HelicopterA Poem by JRNinety four wind stirs his thin white hair and mimics the joy in his eyes as his wizened hand spins the tail rotor when he was young he’d take his bike off those plywood and two-by-four jumps and wish he could just pull back and aim for the sky; Now near the end of his days he’s built his machine, he straps in no helmet, why bother, he’s near the end of his days anyway he fires the main rotor and makes his run his heart still thumping like the two-stroke that powers the blades, now at full speed above his old head wheels churn in the grass, tensing for the leap this time when he makes his jump he doesn’t need plywood or two-by-fours he’ll just pull back, aim for the sky this time he’ll run his fingers through the clouds and settle his course at the sun. © 2020 JR |
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1 Review Added on February 24, 2020 Last Updated on February 24, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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