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By Todd Boss

Despite that you

wrote your name

and number

on its fuselage

in magic marker


neither your quiet

hours at the kitchen

table assembling

it with glue


nor your choice of

paint and lacquer


nor your seemingly

equally perfect

choice of a seemingly

breezeless day

for the launch of

your ambition


nor the thrill

of its swift ignition


nor the heights

it streaks


nor the dancing

way you chase

beneath its


dot


across that

seemingly endless

childhood field


will ever be

restored to you


by the people

in the topmost

branches of whose trees


unseen


it may yet from

its plastic

chute

on thin

white

string


still swing.


Source: Poetry (November 2013)

  • Arts & Sciences
  • Living

Poet Bio

Todd Boss
Poet Todd Boss grew up on a cattle farm in Wisconsin, and was educated at St. Olaf College and the University of Alaska Anchorage, where he received an MFA. He lives in Saint Paul with his family. Boss’s pared-down, idea-driven poems are propelled by internal rhyme and balance clarity with a nuanced attention to sound. 

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