105. 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 one 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.