At the Air and Space Museum

When I was
nearly six my

father
opened his magic

doctor bag:
two

tongue depressors fastened by
a rubber

band;
one flick

of his hairy wrist
and lo!

we invented
flight.

— Linda Pastan, author of Insomnia

This poem is offered as part of our November theme: Math, Science, Tech

T. S. Poetry

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