At home
my aimless mind
writes poemless lines.
Homeless under
trees or sky,
my lines take aim
to fly.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Boyhood in the Era of Aviation

With boys, everything flies:
baseballs, footballs,
paper planes, balsa wood gliders, kites,
remote controlled drones.
Dragonflies dodge flying fishing lines,
the pond an inverted sky
where herons take off and land
like silent planes.
Boys fly bikes on downhills,
coattails flying,
yellow dog alongside
flying down the grassy berm.
Sleds fly on snowed hills
and leave sublimed vapor trails
all the better for flying down again.
With boys, everything flies:
summer days and snow days
and holiday vacations
and most especially
time.