that's my helicopter flying towards a landing pad on his head,
or was it his, mine crash landed against the couch, never having
attained such lofty heights
I'd rather think the former, my son merely admiring my finesse
at aerial navigation the first time I tried
at odds with most things we try, stumbling again and again,
stubbing toes, skinning knees, bruised egos
like today when I tried to a roll-up and ended up
slapping my back like a plank on concrete,
but today, tonight I restarted my helicopter, fully charged
and steered her across the room and through a doorway
towards new destinations and new heights.
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