Crank (Crank 1)

Daddy waited

in the dead-end

circle, reaching

out for me.

I couldn’t

find his embrace

find his answers

find his excuse for tears.

Faster. Faster.

He’d waited too

many years for

me to come looking.

Hadn’t he? I

needed to see

needed to know

needed a lot more.

Hot Landing

Hot runway.

Hot brakes.

Hot desert sand

outside the window,

wind-sculpted crystalline

slivers, reflecting a new

summer’s sun.

Good-bye, young lady.

Good-bye, Albert.

Good-bye, toupee.

Good-bye, dentures.

Good-bye, in-flight

glimpses of a soul,