Jeremy Toombs writes

So, So Many

So, so many

stories.

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.

Another:

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.

Goin’ home

and lookin’ forward to biscuits for breakfast.