Flying Friendly Skies by Bruce Michael Foley

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Flying Friendly Skies

Midnight
over Colorado,
couldn’t get much higher.

Seven miles below
Joe Walsh thinks it’s safe to say
windy rows of golden wheat blow
in the land of Oz.

Cowardly Lion,Tin Man and Scarecrow
in poppy fields, going down slow.
Dorothy too, on the nod
then off they go
skipping down that yellow brick road.

No ruby sparkle shine is mine
in old worn out slippers,
can’t click heels from where I sit
to wish three times
this jet blue balloon back home
to Boston.

Now south of corn husker Lincoln
tonight, all farm boys rest
in deep sleep
beneath a barnyard moon,
smiling in dreams
off go those tight fitted cowgirl jeans.

A roll in the hay with Miss Nebraska.

Say what friend?
Never been to Kansas City
but I did get me one of them
crazy little women
there, down by the banks of
the River Charles.
That’s where you’ll find me
reaching into a backpack
35,000 feet over the Mississippi.

Bottle is in here somewhere
with a copy of Corso’s poetry.

Magic potion inside
with a guarantee prescribed
to take me higher than any
Rocky Mountain Way.

Ah, here it is!

Now where’s that stewardess?
Excuse me, Miss, some water, please.
Thank you, yes, I’m fine.

These here
white pills, keep me traveling light,
flying friendly skies, all the time.

indexI was born across the bridge from Boston, Massachusetts, in Cambridge, as July 4th fireworks exploded over the Charles River, just a stone’s throw from Harvard University. At age two, my family moved to Somerville, Ma.,where I was raised in a rough blue-collar environment, playing many sports. In 1998 I relocated to Las Vegas, Nevada. Here, I work among special needs children and teach martial arts. Poetry began in high school, but took off in a more dedicated way in later years, along with resuming music studies, guitar. My poems are published in various anthologies; including Impressions, Prism, and the Mighty Voices Of Thunder Series, sponsored by the international poetry website, “Allpoetry.” I was a featured poet in Lyrical Somerville February 2015, a Boston based publication, as well as being an “Editor’s Front Page Pick,” for the month of March 2016 on Allpoetry. A defining moment that contributed significantly to further interest in writing was a First Place Award from the International Poetry Fellowship, for my poem, “Among Fields of Cotton.” Presently, I am happy to have the opportunity to explore various forms of poetry with Mr. Bruce Isaacson, Poet Laureate of Clark County Nevada.

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