Robert Redford movie,
Sneakers,
Terrific cast,
Sidney Poitier,
Real stars concept garden party,
Today while I was listening to my breathing and air leaking from a vein,
I was swept with emotion,
Poet’s are you know,
Anger most of the time when I use Google to dictate to,
but at this moment Awe,
Awe filled me,
For overhead in my Iowa sky,
Six flights were passing by,
Squadrons graceful and divine,
And in an instant I really remembering Sneakers,
The wonderful probably with bits and pieces of Truth a bit of fluff that captured my imagination,
Geese we’re coming home to Iowa,
Not a care in the world,
Survive there gentle winter,
to fly back home,
Knowing that there’ll be some ass on the ground waiting to kill them if they fly off course,
As always with their joyful song,
A tear slides down my cheek,
Empath and poet,
And gay,
The trifecta of a writer,
mostly a poet,
Val Whitewolf 