October 21, 2010 (I was 65)
If you were seven in 1952 in northern Minnesota
and you heard a plane
overhead you looked up
It would be a small plane
Piper Cub red
maybe silver but nothing
big
and of course summer If you were at the ball field
you might lie on your back
in the grass to watch it
It happened every other day
or so
You made the connection
with the plane
knew someone was alone
flying up there
depending on the sound of
that motor
to get them back to that
little strip in Hibbing
If the engine coughed more
than once
you listened hard and
looked harder
Your uncle said you had to
stall it and restart
just to get your pilot’s
license
It seemed dangerous to
me I wanted to learn to fly
I just didn’t want to have to use a plane
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