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A poem by Daniel Kauffman With the precision of a surgeon and the skill of a sculptor he carves the sky with his kites into symmetrical forms, Perfect in time and space. And as I see the wind as a tool of flight, he sees it as a canvas to present to the birds his interpretation of them and to the spectators, his desire to be one of them. Try as we may to find our own flight through paying homage to the gift of flight contesting his inability, he has no need to try. Daniel Kauffman, Vancouver BC 1997 'There is no gift greater than that of inspiration' Return to Poems Main Page |
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