Air Mail

I wish I was a horseman racing 
headless heedless wild down the plains

bright sunshine glints on razor wire
an egret pumps the sky
a daytime star in blue

imagine the newspaper you read every day
I will be the article you clip & never throw away

now do you smell the slow spring coming?
the grass humid with the buzz of dragonflies

an airplane’s drone reaches the rec yard
it’ll land somewhere in a few minutes

we will still be here
imagining birds & sky & other lives

James Brush

James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.

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