Airborne (from “Tree’s: Collected Poems”)


 

Past barbed wire infantry,
Maple battalions
send paratroopers
leading.
Prop-toppers spin round and
round and
land like lace handkerchiefs.
Amazed
I watch this off-spring
float to the target —
(a yellowed matchbook cover).
I feel like a string

from a lost kite, too heavy
to float.
I will lie here and
watch them
spin.