On his way to the sky ...

I listen to spare jazz in The Crooked Book -

I found a Biggles amongst the pulps - 

He stands, the young hero, steely eyed, on his way to the sky - 

I sipped my Americano - 

I imagined flying above the ripening fields - 

My flight would be engraved in glass -

They were doomed angels, those boys - 

They fell from the sky - 

Their wings touched heaven - 

28 March 2022

The Crooked Book

Boscombe