Palinode VI
Palinode VI
I knew we lost
you when you
flew to England,
but the loss
hit me
like a plane crash
when we stood
on the college lawn—
you in your
graduation garb,
explaining we
would have been
bored by the Latin
ceremony—
and had the photograph
of my wreck
taken. Perhaps
the fall
began when I quit
school at nine,
but at that age
how was I
supposed to know
I would have a son
who would fly
so close,
so dangerously close,
to the sun?
I knew we lost
you when you
flew to England,
but the loss
hit me
like a plane crash
when we stood
on the college lawn—
you in your
graduation garb,
explaining we
would have been
bored by the Latin
ceremony—
and had the photograph
of my wreck
taken. Perhaps
the fall
began when I quit
school at nine,
but at that age
how was I
supposed to know
I would have a son
who would fly
so close,
so dangerously close,
to the sun?
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