Rocket Garden

I ran away to Cocoa beach last year,
and roamed the space flight garden
one awestruck afternoon -
all those flimsy rickety rockets
carrying men into sky,
unforgettable in a melancholy,
whistful sort of way
those old men, now crippled, deaf, incontinent,
or dead
once lived a crazy dream with blind-stupid courage
just what a dying woman needed for herself

© 2010 J.L.Stanley
© Henrik Johansson