With your photographs of Kitty Hawk

And the bi-planes on your wall

YOu were always Amy Johnson

>From the time that you were small.

No schoolroom kept you grounded

While your thoughts could get away

You were taking off in Tiger Moths,

YOur wings against the brush-strokes of day.

Are you there?

On the tarmac with the winter in your hair,

BY the empty hangar doors you stop and stare,

Leave the oil-drums behind you, they won't care

Oh, are you there?



You wrapped me up in a leather coat

And you took me for a ride

We were drifting with the tail-wind

When the runway came in sight

The clouds came up to gather us

And the cock-pit turned to white

When I looked the sky was empty

I suppose you never saw the landing-lights

Aare you uthere?

In your jacket with the grease-stain and tear

Caught up in the slipstream of dare,

The compass roads will guide you anywhere,

Oh, are you there?



The sun comes up on Icarus as the night-birds sail away

And lights the maps and diagrams

That Leonardo makes

YOu can see faith, hope and charity

As they bank above the fields

You can join the flying circus

You can touch the morning air against your wheels

Are you there?

Do you have a thought for me that you can share?

I Never thought you'd take me unawares,

Just call me if you need repairs-

Oh, are you there?

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Eric Wincentsen "Telephone call for Dr. Paradox..."

267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu -Dread Zeppelin, "Jungle Boogie"

Glendale Community College,

Glendale, Arizona "Hug the world and sit on its face!"

-Me

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