My heart leapt with all joy, still does, with doe eyes.
Back in that day, before I knew Elton’s face, the sighs
of my sister and I, as we lie in our parents bed,
hours of tuning in to the sounds we were fed.
My heart leapt with all joy, as this Middlesex man
belted out this timebomb tune. Pop rock began.
Begins with innocence, new releases rocks repress,
with the leer of a crocodile on “Suzie’s tight dress.”
A young mind doesn’t fixate on innuendoes; doe eyes
recklessly leap and dance; with time, lyrics synthesize.
The moment I hear this tune, I’m back in time, inside
my Haviland skin, “hopping and bopping” amplified.
Categories:
haviland, music,
Form: Rhyme
end of Haviland
stilled kickstands & spokes of Schwinn
our teen shapely thighs
after school books are returned
and mind wanders down the road
chill in Summer heat
orange & vanilla twist
creamsicle in cone
the yield of sweet and tincture
melting on curbside tongues
Categories:
haviland, memory,
Form: Tanka
HORNET RESURRECTION
Lady of the sky, flying so high up into the blue,
all silver, a cloud’s silver lining. Now nothing
but a ghost, image on an old photo, in memories.
My aching dream to resurrect the lady of the skies
and let her exist again. I know I will fail.
I am a mere man. Lady of the sky, where are you now?
Lady of the lake, under fresh water waiting to be found.
Lady of the desert, sand blasted bare all alone.
Lady of the mountain, high and desolate,
captured by a mountain peak. Lady of the ice sheet,
frozen in time and in an icy grace preserved.
Where can I find you? I’ll do a magic spell to find you,
make you real. Take to the skies again, not just in my mind.
You are the most beautiful airplane and the best of them all—
de Haviland Hornet.
Categories:
haviland, beauty, flying, sky, technology,
Form: Free verse