Riding High

– Dedicated to Kell Robertson in Memoriam

It’s tough seeing
Kell Robertson and
casket lowing rope
blending together –
Once I thought I saw
Charles Lindbergh
on 1-70 outside St.
Louis, and realized
how all his flying
machines probably
gave him supersonic
wanderlust-the kind
I got reading Kell
Robertson’s poems
enjoying scorched
morning coffee and
everything airborne
in my inner spirit