Here is the second poem in Fighting Kite. I wrote this poem as well when I was doing my MFA at Indiana. I'm not exactly sure, but I think this was workshopped in David Wojahn's class. I could be wrong, though . . . I was in that MFA program almost 40 years ago! Page 10 I think I wrote this poem with the intention (or at least an inkling) of eventually writing the book that would become Fighting Kite. I was certainly writing a lot about my dad early in my MFA training. I wrote about my mom too, but in fewer poems. Lately, I have been writing more about Mama, looking forward to a possible book dedicated to her. Something I notice now about this poem is that my lineation wasn't as confident then. For example, now I would not have had that from at the end of a line in stanza 4 as well as the by in the penultimate line of stanza 6. I think at that point in my development as a poet, I was still learning how to break lines in my own way. As always, I'd love to get some feedback or discuss anything with all y'all. Comment, okay? Thanks. Ingat.
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