"Father and Son" by William Stafford

Father and Son
by William Stafford 

No sound—a spell—on, on out
where the wind went, our kite sent back
its thrill along the string that
sagged but sang and said, “I’m here!
I’m here!”—till broke somewhere,
gone years ago, but sailed forever clear 
of earth. I hold—whatever tugs 
the other end—I hold that string.





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