July 2019
The Flying Sonnet
by Rex Wilder
Half the plane is wearing IU T-shirtsOut of respect for the team & disrespectFor winter. The distinguishing featuresOf the greying landscape cannot detect
Me any better than I can them. Rivers,Lakes, & those weedy ponds take exception:They reflect the gasping sky as my verseWith its shaky images makes my perception
Feel more sure. Your confession took guts,Liv, & tied mine in a knot. A transfer ofPower. The flight attendant: Pretzels? Nuts?I think I might be nuts when I order love.
I’m so close to heaven, all this blue,& my lips forty years from kissing you.