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By: Raul G. Moldez

kite

Above me, the sun.
Beneath me, the trees.
Birds give way to me
as I savor the wind.

Here, hot and cold mix.
The atmosphere is lukewarm.
My shirt is cellophane.
I feel sweltering here.

I’m a jet. I’m a plane.
I’m a bird out of cage.
But I am not free.
Below a kid controls me.

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Raul G. Moldez writes from Cagayan de Oro City, Mindanao, Philippines. He has published two poetry collections, A Day in a Poet’s Life and Other Poems and Mga Taho Gikan sa Akong Uniberso. He has been a fellow to the UP and Iligan National Writers Workshops and won awards in various writing competitions.

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