I recall looking out onto an airfield

with my father (at age five),

his shoulders lifting me up to sky,

his head, a world I sat above

to better see the wide field below.

Planes became stars, first

red-dwarfed lights, then roar.

My delight (of course) was that their might

came so close to matching his.

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