String me along like a kite full of breeze
let me bob and dive, dance and jive,
shimmy and shake, let me rake the sky
like a broad-toothed comb entangled
in tresses of dawdling clouds
then I’ll break free from the binding
string and drift away over a sea of trees.
The Twiglets # 11 with a string prompt by Marilyn Braendeholm