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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