Tuesday, June 11, 2013

the commander and lulu

the commander is flaps down
on approach to the final tarmac
wrapping up his mission

pa, and lulu with him,
are on the way out or maybe in
depending how you read it

a few years ago tom drove lulu, meri and i
back from tony’s restaurant
outside payson, an arizona hill town

as he sped hard to pass a truck he floored it  
and we were all thrown back in our seats.
above the gas sucking engine roar i commented,
“so you miss flying those pby’s, tom?”

and we all laughed
and to tears will laugh again
saluting the commander
and his real lulu

(wriiten for
the spreading of the ashes
from the mogollon rim)