watching aeroplanes flying overhead on the hood of a car we were smoking her last cigarette nothing big had happened yet
she said to me what kind of bird would you be?
i’d be an aeroplane a silver bird spread my wings and leave the earth
we were parked there by a chain-link fence on a road everybody called airport road she stood there in the high grass with her arms out wide and her head tilted back
the radio on could not hear the song
for the aeroplanes lose ‘em in the clouds so far away never find them now
the old high school, they never knocked it down built a new one next door and changed the name and the airport, still standing there so much never went much of anywhere
i see her when i see it there in the sky
i see an aeroplane making its climb can’t stay down all of the time