When a Poet Takes a Walk With Book and Camera

A I R F I E L D

Now that my hand just 
reached into the book shelf 
and grabbed your book, 
it looks like you’ll be walking 
out on the airfield with me 
on this wintr​y​ morning. 
There’s always a bracing wind 
out there, and storm clouds 
much of the day, and circus tents 
and camps of refugees, 
and gliders, and unicycles, 
and campfires, and your poems 
shall resonate out there
in that strange light. 

William Cody Maher