Woodrow and Wilma Recalled in a Mystic Setting

     “and scream among thy fellows”

He walked at night inside a dream along

The sands of Cape Canaveral, the shore

   Woodrow is in the dungarees

Beside his father’s boyhood.  A song

Had touched it long ago, a song much more

Than just a melody, a song an aunt

Spooled out across lagoon waves from a boat,

An aria that Verdi’s heart might vaunt

As high as missiles in the future, note

Upon soprano note, high, longer still

And higher like those migratory wings

In God’s array in decades lost, not shrill

Like waterfowl, more like an angel sings.

..Banana River brine deserved much less

….Than this young woman’s lyrical caress.

by phillipw | Jun 11, 2020 | AU, SI, WH, WI | 1 comment