Poetry: Revised History of Retractable Gear on Aircraft
On the spring Amelia covered her blond hair with a leather helmet
then donned her clear as air glass goggles over her blue eyes --
was the same spring Antoine set his headings 270 degrees
Skimming the sunny top of the clouds they came upon each other
in the sky, over the world, one heading east, one heading west
Antoine looked out his cockpit and saw Amelia’s bi-plane
her wings gliding along the top, a ship gliding smoothly in the air
He exclaimed, C’est une jolie image, Amelia et l'avion!
was what she thought of his plane, too, over the top of the clouds
Then a fantastic idea conceptualized in both brilliant minds
of wheels that would tuck up under the plane upon take-off
to glide through the air like a ship gliding across the surface
Amelia waved to Antoine and said, Nice day for flying, non?
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| The WWI Curtiss "Jenny" piloted by Tom Danaher, Wichita Falls, Texas, 2008. |
Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin
JMHawley Gave Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On
Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.
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