My all-time favorite is the one
where man can fly and when I leave
for Palm Springs you swear
to dream of me every night
and you do then, above Denver,
the sun falls away into its sky
so endless and violet
and I hear your voice whispering
like the beginning of wind
fly baby fly back to Nebraska
where Marlon Brando was born.
Many thanks to Sangram Literary Journal, the fine publication where this poem first appeared
