Friday, January 4, 2013

Keep Trying







                          Literally at Kitty Hawk


Imagine
the exhilaration                        what a

launching
yourself                                            

for the first
time                                                        beautiful, crude

floating
on your stomach                                              

off the                                                  
edge of                                                                 propeller is
                                                                       
nothing
ness

into
history                                                                              to empty space





1 comment:

Conrad DiDiodato said...

Curtis,

I like the right-margined, more interestingly illustrative "drift" of both flight and text. Always a case (isn't it?) of the poem wanting to tear free from the vertical tyranny.