handsome again

in my mad search for new words I've had conversations, passed emails, read great poems and thought to myself that perhaps I should just condition myself to like the word handsome, much as others have conditioned themselves to feel comfortable with the word vagina.

so, a poem for the road, or the sky, that I ran across yestereve as I was flipping through pages with a glass of wine, reading out loud to Emilee, Julie and Shannon in the yard.

Flight
Louis Jenkins

Past mishaps might be attributed to an incomplete understanding of the laws of aerodynamics or perhaps even to a more basic failure of the imagination, but were to be expected. Remember, this is solo flight unencumbered by bicycle parts, aluminum and nylon or even feathers. A tour de force, really. There's a lot of running and flapping involved and as you get older and heavier, a lot more huffing and puffing. But on a bright day like today with a strong headwind blowing up from the sea, when, having slipped the surly bonds of common sense and knowing she is watching, waiting in breathless anticipation, you send yourself hurtling down the long, green slope to the cliffs, who knows? You might just make it.