Up in the Sky

by Brett Rutherford

The octagonal kite
I lost in 1952
has just been downed
by fighter jets
over Lake Huron.

Next, the umbrellas
(I count thirteen)
blown off in storms
will tumble down
from Jet Stream
to some cow-field.

The hat one hurricane
made off with:
include that, too.
The little girl's red
balloon, why not,
while you're at it?

Be sure a missile
obliterates
saucers malevolent,
whose occupants
disturb the herds
and vacuum up
hitch-hikers
for random
molesting.

Clean the skies!
Scramble the jets
when passing
laundry bags,
afloat in clouds,
set off the radar.

Light up the zenith
with fireworks,
and heaven help
high-flying eagles.