Monday, February 16, 2009

EARHART

I read somewhere
that all that is solid
melts into air
like Amelia's
wings, like
the engine exhaust
that curled
behind her
like a
question mark.

They say she
did it for love.

I wonder if
she regreets
the storm, or if she
follows the slope
of his shoulder
and banks left
into the darkness
of his mouth.

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