CRASHING IN THE CABBAGE AND KALE

It was a "May Day
May Day!" in 1963

I was crashing
in the cabbage and kale.

The sky as blue
as a picture postcard  

of a summer
that could never end.

I went to ground in
a veritable vegetable forest.

Somewhere a boy was
crying as if

his whole world
was ending.

I a paper aeroplane
long longed for
saved up for

and lost
on its maiden flight.

We never ever were
to see each other again.

For him there would be
other paper planes

coming gaudy out of
a kitschy wrapper.

And in time
making one

for his own little boy
when the time came.

But for me he was
my only little boy.

I lay there in the sun.
I lay there in the rain.

Until a magpie
feathered its nest with me

and once again the sky
was as blue

as the first day
I flew.