#473. sailing home

May 29, 2011

battens
make hardware list
water on fire
teak oil
fun skies
practice heaving to
knots knots knots
telltales
crooked
broken dock pipes
needs six cleats
brother
walrus
needs to light
sailing home together

forward through
memories to come
clearly

open to the sky
brothers still brothers
our moments are ours
shared sharp sure

brothers no matter
the present
our childhood remains

#137. the flying walrus

January 9, 2010

my father used to fly us
through the western pennsylvanian
ohio and west virginian skies.

my brothers and i were always thrilled
to be invited along on that ride
although the joy was different for each.

i do not know what kicks my brothers
gathered on those weekend afternoons
we didnt talk much then or even now.

but i really enjoyed the feel of taking the stick
with my dad giving it over but more i loved
knowing that even so he was still captain.

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