Gary Beaumier has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
Once I shuffled along the wings of biplanes
I know this because I always fall in my dreams
from very high and unsurvivable places
tugged inexorably toward cliffs
by some invisible force or
tumbling off high buildings
When I get old and rickety
like those planes
I’ll take one burst of wind too many
and collapse mid flight impossibly high
guy wires slackened
trailing struts or tail fins as they are loosed
spinning rapidly toward a thicket of trees
Maybe my last words will be, “Hello Icarus
I should have known I could only stay aloft so long”
and all the wing walkers said the same
but wasn’t it nice to have escaped the pull of gravity
those many times
and finally when the pilot cuts the engine
we drifted down through a soundless world
by the grace of the wings
in that rarefied place
only we knew
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