My father flew when I was very young With symbols like this on a row of planes; As I, afraid of noise, and quite high-strung, Would watch as loving homage filled my veins The hero that’s a father to a boy Who has not yet been struck hormonally; When planes are just another giant toy … Continue reading "Roundel"
I saw the fire in his eyes...
So beautiful, the sound [...]
"pdc's" - public displays of connection
"... herein contained ..."
So of course I married a former professional dancer.
A very early morning destination.
There are many different names for the same thing.
Our friendship now.