When the B-2’s do their flyovers,
I like to think ducking is mandatory.
How fun is that? I’m playing second
grade games and a plane is silently
telling me to die soon. Today I was
ducking all day, and I was telling
people I love them without using the
‘L’ word, and the planes were wicked.
I was a silly goose, dead as a duck,
and I kept ducking, ducking. I’m okay
now. My blood is flowing and my mind
is numb enough that it has slowed
enough to rest inside my blue tea cup.
#1 by Carl D'Agostino on July 21, 2011 - 10:17 pm
I remember the B-52’s flying over (not no music group). We watched the bombs being loaded by the base on 27th Avenue and 117th Street. And the trucks and tanks on railroad flat cars heading south. That was Miami in October of 1962 when the world almost came to an end. Cuban Missile Crisis. I was just 13 and pictures of those two Japanese cities were ever present and clear in my mind. Still are.
#2 by Carl on July 21, 2011 - 11:09 pm
I like the group. I would not have liked Miami in 62.
#3 by Kay Camden on July 22, 2011 - 8:27 am
You had me at Fat Old Caboose. Classic.
#4 by Carl on July 25, 2011 - 8:02 pm
Thank you for your comment, Kay.
#5 by scribbla on July 22, 2011 - 3:04 pm
“I was a silly goose, dead as a duck,
and I kept ducking, ducking.” Awesome lines.
#6 by Find an Outlet on July 23, 2011 - 12:26 pm
Quack quack. I agree.
#7 by Val on July 30, 2011 - 7:32 pm
Memories. Powerful imagery.
Sometimes planes go over here – it’s a training area for the RAF, so some are big, heavy, some fast – all about to go off to kill when they’ve finished training and I do duck, it’s instinct. And I often wonder about the people who’ve never known anything in their lives other than ducking.
You might be left with just the blue tea cup, but I suppose the sort of peace we have, though maybe dulled or depressed, is better than having no peace at all to be depressed in.
#8 by Carl on July 31, 2011 - 8:26 am
Thank you for the comment. We all need a refuge. Hopefully it is more than a tea cup. 🙂