sonnet to flight

Joseph put on his tweed coat and left home,

Up up the steps of the second hand store.

“I would like a flying machine to roam

to the stars to escape this horrid war.”



The clerk replied, “not a thing but a thought

Is what you seek, since this is your maya.

Flight must be understood, I cannot bought.

Offer the idea of flying to Gaia.



If she approves you will soar to high heights.”

Joseph thanked the clerk for the wise words said,

Closed his eyes and thought of glorious kites.

To the sky he rose, stars flew by his head.



The clerk laughed as he watched him soar away,

“another man freed, that’s seven today!”