A Poem For Antoine De Saint-exupery 237b

A Poem for Antoine De Saint –Exupery I wish I could have kept you company on those flights over the sand We could have counted stars and read each other the love letters it was our duty to deliver. In the heat of the day, we’d share our single ration of water and speak sweetly to each other From dry throats and cracking lips I’d lean in close and say “tell me a story about this life.” “There was a boy age near eight with hair like bright colored wheat He was what was right and what was real how we were before we began to feel the weight we had to forget, the fear, defeat.” And you would continue until my eyes were closed and the sky had turned to plum The dark would hum and hold me soft when my wakened mind would have worried our tiny plane might twirl. Maybe had I been there asleep in front of the co-pilot controls I could have saved you from disaster— the one that brought you to the dust and shattered the dials and sparked spat oil. Maybe the pieces of your plane would have reed in backwards burst Sealed at the cracking seams and bounded from the ground tailing towards the wind and clouds.