From Banks House
balcony
I finish
the paper
aeroplane
Janice stands
next to me
will it fly?
She asks me
course it will
from up here
I tell her
it's a jet
sort of plane
I hold it
between my
thin fingers
and aim out
at the sky
we watch it
zoom outwards
then circle
then zigzag
downwards in
quick flight
it misses
the milkman
as he sits
on his horse
drawn wagon
full of milk
then skims down
to the ground
and crashes
didn't fly
very good
Janice says
looking down
from the brick
balcony
I guess not
top heavy
I tell her
it would have
made a good
paper hat
she replies
getting down
from the wall
of the brick
balcony
so we go
to get it
down the stairs
try again
Benny it
might fly well
if we try
once again
but as we
descend it
gets soaked by
falling rain.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
From Banks House
balcony
I finish
the paper
aeroplane
Janice stands
next to me
will it fly?
She asks me
course it will
from up here
I tell her
it's a jet
sort of plane
I hold it
between my
thin fingers
and aim out
at the sky
we watch it
zoom outwards
then circle
then zigzag
downwards in
quick flight
it misses
the milkman
as he sits
on his horse
drawn wagon
full of milk
then skims down
to the ground
and crashes
didn't fly
very good
Janice says
looking down
from the brick
balcony
I guess not
top heavy
I tell her
it would have
made a good
paper hat
she replies
getting down
from the wall
of the brick
balcony
so we go
to get it
down the stairs
try again
Benny it
might fly well
if we try
once again
but as we
descend it
gets soaked by
falling rain.
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