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Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings
By Mike Marcellino
Love your picture
in flight.
love your goggles,
love your lips.
Love how you circled the world,
single handed.
Amelia
amelia
amelia
Like that leather
air cap.
You’re a goddess, a woman
soft white,
ahead of your time,
such afterglow
night
in shinning armor.
Meet me on a northern coast,
not far from the equator,
above the island
where they made King Kong.
You’re Atlantis, risen
in my South China Sea .
Amelia
amelia
amelia
Oh, your last flight
Oh, your last flight,
what a night
Looking at your picture
in my book,
soft silver
soft silver
wings.
Your lips, painted colors
light, pretty pink.
Those eyes,
imagine,
sigh.
Your nails, natural,
fingertips.
taking you with me.
Amelia
amelia
amelia,
soft silver
soft silver
wings.
Your words,
Courage
Courage is the price that Life extracts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not, knows no release.
From little things.
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear.
Not mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the restless day,
And count it fair. - Amelia Earhart, 1927
You made the crossing
not alone.
Meet you over the Atlantic .
Amelia
amelia
amelia,
Soft silver,
soft silver wings.
Copyright 2009 by Mike Marcellino, “Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings”
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