At the Front of the Jet
grapefruit's fresh, the coffee's coarsely
lunch comes with a cold aperitif;
cushioned takeoff scarcely makes a sound
vexing than the "iff" that ends "Braniff."
front the stewardesses really care.
have kind eyes, like guides in Disneyland.
great statesmen, writers go by air:
people at United lend a hand.)
at the terminal a car is waiting,
windshield showing a fresh trace of suds;
left the blower on, refrigerating;
tape deck breathes "Moon River"; the
me the sole, the prime, the demitasse.
if God travels, then He goes first class.
April Wind, © 1991. Reprinted by permission
of University Press of Virginia.