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Matthew Smith
Poems
May 2015
Balsa-wood
On my sixteenth birthday,
my uncle gave me a balsa wood airplane,
or rather, the wood
that comes together to make one.
While I started out strong,
assembling most of the fuselage,
it would go unfinished
and stay a skeleton.
Most of its life
collected cobwebs.
My uncle drinks whiskey
in the pool at night.
I think of the airframe
still waiting to be put together,
waiting to fly
to the other side of this.
Written by
Matthew Smith
Knoxville, TN
(Knoxville, TN)
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