Poem 130

A Miramar Guy Fawkes under the flightpath …

5/11

Among the swish and sparkle
   of rockets tonight
there is one that rises
                         and rises
deep into the pale blue
impatient sky
           out of the valley
           out over the sea
                              flashing
           over the white throats
           of upturned children

on the evening flight to Auckland
they never know they bought a ticket
on the rocket
               that didn't come down