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Airplanes and Flying Stones


by Darryl Price


"Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart."--Robert Frost

for Danielle Lynn


We learn to navigate 
or we stumble around 

until some ordinary 
light hits us. Memory 
is a light. Music 
is a light. Breath is a 

constant light. Wings don't have 
to be made of feathers. 
They can be made of familiar

stars. Strange leaves 
blowing in the wind. Impossible 
dreams blowing 

in the mind. We can navigate 
from the center 
of any and all things. 
Just synchronize. There are 

as many ways as there 
are dust particles. Search 

the way within yourself 

to avoid all airplanes 
and fiery, flying stones 
from outer space. It's a 
always busy, cluttered 

skyway out there. But, please 

don't forget, laughter is 
a beautiful light. Holding 

hands is a warming 
light. Being together 
is a fun light I like 
to feel up close on my 

skin. Just saying. We learn 
to trust the navigator 
we are given or 

we end up giving the 
house keys away to somebody 
else. Best to tumble 

and dart on until 
you are safely upside
down with a smile on your 
peaceful face, once again 

having completed your
mission. Your mission is

always be the mission

you are. It's as plain as
a bat's nose. Or a secret 
letter in a poem.
Don't need a decoder 

ring. Just feel the vibe.



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