(Poem #397 on new numbering scheme)
The sound of airplanes passing overhead reminds me, passingly, of summers past, when airplanes passed like youthful memories, and mowed the air, and shortened history's arms.
(Poem #397 on new numbering scheme)
The sound of airplanes passing overhead reminds me, passingly, of summers past, when airplanes passed like youthful memories, and mowed the air, and shortened history's arms.