A picnic overlooking the city of Cusco
With so little oxygen the ascent was slow
Kites peppered the sky where we put down our rug
They jostled for position, jolting from each tug
Mel snoozed while I watched one spiral out of control
The kid was frustrated, each fall taking its toll
Then finally he got it and the kite roared into the sky
The kid beamed and uttered a terrifying war cry