
I remember when as a young boy
playing house pilot in my F-16
I would throttle back and
rapidly descend into
my mom’s junk
jewelry box
where I
would
glide
over
the
odd
world
of metals
and watches
and alien stones
and was so bewitched
I had to fire the afterburner
to make sure I’d clear the far wall
–photo by me
Great photo! The poem put a smile on my face! π
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Very neat and special that you remember. π
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