Thursday, December 26, 2013
"Airplane Poem #1"
30,000 feet remembering
in the mid-October setting sun how
a mark without leaving
a bruise. Or did she leave
deep inside that she can't see or
even know is there?
Clear air turbulence shakes the plane. My
heart pitches and yaws. It's been years
and I'm still
a fearful flyer.