When I was
nearly six my
father?
opened his magic
doctor bag:?
two
tongue depressors fastened by?
a rubber
band;?
one flick
of his hairy wrist?
and lo!
we invented?
flight.
When I was
nearly six my
father?
opened his magic
doctor bag:?
two
tongue depressors fastened by?
a rubber
band;?
one flick
of his hairy wrist?
and lo!
we invented?
flight.
© Linda Pastan