My husband has a burning desire

Lance Greenhalgh - 07/04/2008

My husband has a burning desire

My husband has a burning desire,
To rise like Phoenix from the fire.
Like Orville, he wishes he could fly,
Linger on thermals high in the sky,
Soar silently on a warm summer breeze,
Ride the air waves with consummate ease.

I can no longer try to hide,
He has the urge to paraglide.
His sweet nothings and romantic odes
Have been replaced with meteorological codes.
Cloud base, sea breeze, anabatic.
He’s become a flying fanatic.
Is it a bird, is it a plane, neither of those,
Its birdman Lance in aquiline pose.

Sue Greenhalgh
March 2008



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