Wind drones an incessant dirge in a cathedral of hardwood trees near a narrow road that separates scattered farms.
No thundering waterfall, no snow-crested mountain just a grassy field in Pennsylvania where a silver bird plunged from the sky and vaporized…
a grotto now fertilized with blood and white ash of bones where flags amass to salute a phylum of heroes, men and women who stood.
It takes my breath away.
In the Orlando Airport
Sunlight streams through the glass dome and strikes her halo of corn-silk curls. Dragging a Cinderella suitcase, she trudges through the terminal wearing a crown of Mickey Mouse ears.
Barely three feet tall, she flaunts fluorescent pink sneakers, rubber heels worn to an angle by her slightly pigeon-toed gait. Grinning and grimacing in turn, she struggles to keep up with her weary parents and wordlessly makes a statement:
she’s been to Disney World; nothing can stop her now.
-- Gail Eisenhart’s poems have been published recently in Mid Rivers Review, CANTOS, Front Range, Barely South Review and in Flood Stage: an anthology of St. Louis Poets. A retired Executive Assistant, she works part time at the Belleville (IL) Public Library and travels in her spare time, collecting memory souvenirs that show up in new poems.