by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
This morning the air
felt so light,
it was hard to imagine
it colored the sky blue.
This morning the air
felt so light,
it was surprising how hard
it pushed my hand back
as I stuck it
out the car window.
How could this be the stuff
that makes mornings like this,
and colors, and pushes hands,
and lifts airplanes
to far-off lands?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016