One way to think of poems is as the stories of a moment. All art, at its root, is a way of telling stories. Even paintings — the Mona Lisa is the story of a woman’s smile; the ceiling of the Sistine ...

This kite-flying poem caught me right up and sent me flying as soon as Robert Gibb described those dimestore kites furled tighter than umbrellas, a perfect image. Gibb lives in Pennsylvania.