trip planning

Poem #6 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

we could hike
or we could drive

we could fly

let’s go and hire
some wings

I’ll fit yours on tight
then I’ll turn around
and you
can fit mine
to me

we’ll start to flap

we will run
take off
into the open air

would you like that
would you like
would you like
to travel
like that

we could fly

© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #7: a fine cabinetry

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