Thursday, March 23, 2017

Landing Valentine

At last a storm is coming
It’s about four miles away
And one mile up
I’m on the flight-path
Waving it in
It’s like a zeppelin
With everything possible
Tucked away inside
The wind is whirling the dust
The garden grips the ground
Still I shout you can make it
Signaling with my arms
Gently guiding it in
To my little yard
Running for cover
When it touches down

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