So, So Many
So, so many
Here’s one: my mother, six years old
standing on a stool
to make biscuits for her daddy
back before they came in cans.
Since then, she’s still working.
solo flying in Germany, Kentucky/Tennessee
following the highway in a Cesna
watching out for that military airspace.
In this story, I can see, I can remember even
the same fields. I can see them better
than I can from my 737 seat eastbound
tryin’ to make out the Mississippi.
and lookin’ forward to biscuits for breakfast.