Infinite heavens
deeper than her temporary love,
dark blue shade
more real than her fickle eyes.
Unchanging expanse
bears me aloft on my metal wings.
Unpredictable lightning tempest
more welcome than her indecisiveness.
Wonderful smells constantly abounding:
her clothes, perfume and hair?
No, the intoxicating
smell of the earth and air.
The sky's liberating embrace,
comfortable, hot, or cold,
more welcome than her half-hearted hugs
and all the platitudes told.
Confessed to her all I was
and all I hoped to be,
all the promises of love
simply thrown back at me.
In that dark hour,
when I've had all I can bear,
I look up to the evening sunset,
at the J-3 dancing there.
When I feel a Wright thunder past,
or hear a Pratt whine by,
I know I'll always have a love
that is the bright blue CAVU sky.
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