Backroad Love Stories

Poetry / “Franklin’s Kite”

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Like I suppose Columbus held

while he sailed the ocean blue,

I try to locate you with

a brass compass.

 

Like I’ve seen Gandhi wear,

while nonviolently battling the Brits,

I battle old photos through clear

round gold frames

 

Like I learned da Vinci designed,

in between the helicopter and scuba gear,

on my wall waiting for you to return

is a painfully accurate clock.

 

Like we were taught Hancock wielded

to sweep his name on the Declaration,

on my desk is a pen that I’ve used

to denounced my independence

 

Like I know Franklin used

when he discovered electricity,

I have a key and a string and a kite

that I send up daily like a beacon

hoping to be struck so that you

will know that I’m still here

 

Copyright 2012

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