The Undoing of Flight

On a bleak beach on the far side
of the leaden Atlantic

an ungainly contraption
assembled from canvas and metal struts

hops like a huge scrawny crow,
takes a desperate run

towards lowering clouds,
clumsily lifts off the ground,

plops back onto heavy wet sand,
runs, rises, dips, soars, and flies

a short length of the beach
to thin cheers from tiny black figures.

Against the swell of the decades
I want to swim that ocean

and heave great boulders
into the blind creature’s path.

Let it crash. Let their dream founder.
Maybe then you’d still be with me.

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