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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.  See More By This Poet

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