the heart

mine

and yours

all of us really

grabs

beckons

seduces and composes

and if listening is

then

waiting is

the space

between sad visiting

or cocktails

and crowded subway rides

glistening

with the muses.

#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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