104. so few
closing the boot
one gloriously sunny
Saturday morning,
he looked down
just as I looked up
at his Spitfire
skimming the rooftops
& he smiled
and dipped a wing to me
as I waved
and he soared away
over the treetops
gone in an instant,
but what a sight
& what a sound
– sheer joy in dreams made real
from glass and metal
& nuts & bolts.