still flying those night flights

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This is a poem to remember August evenings, summer, travel, dreams, hope, death, grief, rebirth, longing, flight, sunsets, and my mother’s imagination and spirit which live on in me and which I hope will infect/inspire anyone who reads this and the words that follow.

 

still flying those night flights

copyright @2017 by punkie

three days before

the first anniversary

of my mother’s death,

i still fly the

night flights

to london

at sunset,

they leave

disappearing streaks

across darkening skies

like shooting stars

i watch later

after dusk

is just

a memory

and still i cry

every time

probably

always

will

 

The earlier poem is here.

© 2017 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share this link widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.

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