I’ve been thinking eyesore refineries
of flight this week where father worked
how it’s shaped me. and the fume smell
what I leave out: Columbia, luminescent
I touched moon soil in multiple ion trails
I cried for the shuttle moving eastward still.
Note: Descriptions of the Columbia disaster, including the phrase “multiple ion trails” are
paraphrased from the Wikipedia entry on the Columbia Shuttle disaster.
( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Columbia_disaster )
For a brief time
I flew joyful
after a while, I didn’t.
Gliding between chemtrails I couldn’t afford to get back west.
inventing reasons to be anywhere I never wanted to stand still;
but where I was. Train plane unlicensed I was afraid of so much.
Chinatown bus I’d vault the Atlantic coast up and down the coast
no desire to ascend
on mapped patterns
My farewell: “the crane takes
flight” – I came unglued.