My Uncle Ed, who is being buried today (Tuesday, Texas time), was, among other things, a fine pilot. The following humble effort is for him.
SIMPLE ODE TO A FLIER
no cloud
sun lance
scream loud
wind dance
sleek dart
tarmac
now, heart!
yank back!
with steely smile, we master the machine
the sun our king, the atmosphere our queen
what limits, what importance gravity?
why land when we have all eternity?
_
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
a tribute to my uncle
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