Old Ideas of Air Travel
October 2014
I’m looking into a blue tarpaulin of sky
where the flecks in my vision ascend and glide
as if they were, too, the cloud-light dirigibles
that once traversed this pinch of hemisphere in record time,
and I think of when we lighted upon that fire balloon kit
in the sudden hangar of your father’s shed
its packaging venous as a pinned…