by JD DeHart DeHart
Toy Airplane of the future,
my goggled face takes you in
as I play at being thirty-something.
My hand grips you and spins
just like all the action figures of my
I grew up on a planet not
far from here, with only one red light
and a corner market.
Now I’m a space junk collector,
and you’re my latest treasure.
Imagine my surprise when I find
you are a living thing, and I am duty-bound
to set you free.
JD DeHart blogs about books at readingandlitresources.blogspot.com. His new poetry collection, A Five-Year Journey, has just been released.
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Under Her Wing'
'The Fun Of Flying'
'I was Always Afraid Of Rabbits'