February 7, 2010
Blue Angel

Two wanna flys in training. We view first moon step live. Wives carry our boys in their hangars. Off to war we survive. Hot stick he commands the blues. Re-connection happens as years pass. His hangar boy dies in flight following dad. My hangar boy calls to say he heard it on the news. Caught my eye at an antique store - for sale for one dollar was his framed change of command invitation. I bought it, wondering how it got there.

Blue jets knife edge sharp
Connected by shared fear and hope
Weep the boy loss grief