(The Illusion of) Flight: (A Jade Poem)
by Bill McCloud
The illusion of flight has taken
the Illusionist longer to perfect
than anything else he’s ever done
After having the design and working
out the method of the effect what
he still needed was the perfect
Assistant to make it work
To fly to actually fly
and now he had her
A male volunteer is brought up
from the audience to place his hands
along her shoulder blades then step
back and command her to Fly
Her wings grow into place and
defying gravity she rises through the
air with a graceful motion Mickey Mantle and Chinaberry Trees
by Ron Wallace
As October descends
like a feathering of dust
in an empty room,
the color of fireflies fades
from my summer nights
beneath a moon, alabaster white.
This cooling of air
this shortening of the sun
has always bothered me.
I remember being twelve,
sitting in the shade of a chinaberry tree
grown to the fence
next to the house
where my grandmother lived
before she didn’t.
Rubbing neatsfoot oil
into the laces,
the palm and pocket
of my Rawlings glove,
I pretended to hear country music,
d(The Illusion of) Flight: (A Jade Poem)
by Bill McCloud
The illusion of flight has taken
the Illusionist longer to perfect
than anything else he’s ever done
After having the design and working
out the method of the effect what
he still needed was the perfect
Assistant to make it work
To fly to actually fly
and now he had her
A male volunteer is brought up
from the audience to place his hands
along her shoulder blades then step
back and command her to Fly
Her wings grow into place and
defying gravity she rises through the
air with a graceful motion Mickey Mantle and Chinaberry Trees
by Ron Wallace
As October descends
like a feathering of dust
in an empty room,
the color of fireflies fades
from my summer nights
beneath a moon, alabaster white.
This cooling of air
this shortening of the sun
has always bothered me.
I remember being twelve,
sitting in the shade of a chinaberry tree
grown to the fence
next to the house
where my grandmother lived
before she didn’t.
Rubbing neatsfoot oil
into the laces,
the palm and pocket
of my Rawlings glove,
I pretended to hear country music,
d(The Illusion of) Flight: (A Jade Poem)
by Bill McCloud
The illusion of flight has taken
the Illusionist longer to perfect
than anything else he’s ever done
After having the design and working
out the method of the effect what
he still needed was the perfect
Assistant to make it work
To fly to actually fly
and now he had her
A male volunteer is brought up
from the audience to place his hands
along her shoulder blades then step
back and command her to Fly
Her wings grow into place and
defying gravity she rises through the
air with a graceful motion Authors
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