two paper plate angels

spread their wings

reaching upwards

two brothers’ fragile machine

birthed generations that reached higher and higher

two men walked on the moon

the first stop to the heavens

propelled by desire

determination and dreams

we all struggle upward

from within ourselves

we yearn for something different

something better

another place

another time

a dream world of our own design

we dream while the world

our world

our only world

rushes ahead without us

there was a man

who spoke of that dream as being real

being here now

if only we could see it

live in it

maybe understand it

i have heard the call of the undiscovered country

it is all about me

living on either hand

solid and true

the real deal

i am unpacking my bags

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott