to contrails
dreaming magic jets autographing air
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
dreaming magic jets autographing air
diamonds tell her tale
The call tomorrow with news a bird has got your cat
cursing me for what I did or didn’t do again
A sip? Please a drop? That I might know once again. Your taste. In my tears.
draft a silky breeze, hitch your skirt and go
Roses paint the promenade
Fly as high as thought will bear Weight will lose its greed and share Faith to sail beyond imagined walls
When reason called us in its pattern We obeyed as if entranced or certain Marched in habit to its power
Long one speckled wrinkled wise and tall Spy on morning lay your thoughts out west As day matures breathe all