"A Geography of Tea" and other poems

Abstract

I am entering my edits of one of my submitted poems here.
Fly Away

The propeller passenger,
plane over Africa 1943,
looks so heavy, clumsy,

an Oldenburg sculpture
might fall from the sky.
Out of date like 50’s

household items. The mixer
with dual spinners, whirls
batter, two birds about

to take off. The peak of
a soufflé, the mountain tip
in Kenya where women defy

gravity, balance papayas, eggs
in a basket on heads, without,
so thin, they might fly away.