Day Ride
April 11th, 2007 at 9:06 am by Colleen (Colleen's Poetry)
A yellow crested companion
sings a joy song to the morning
over the fan hum of four computers.
Sunshine strobe-light
covers the west wall
and a hazy memory of
standing in the distant shade
of a Bell chopper rotor
spins a web of nostalgia
on my backbone.
Pigtails fly back
and the navy dress is scooped up
revealing white tights.
The little girl takes no notice and
a wide grin crosses her face as she
climbs into the big clear bubble with
the help of her father.
Her eyes dart lustfully at the clear floor
and then questioningly at the seat-belt.
Her lips rise on one side as her index finger
finds the release groove and she prepares for take off.