This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 6 Number 6, 1976.
An Airman Returns
Up in the blue
a vapour-trail fattens to nothingness.
Corn pouring over the bunkers
presents limp bayonets.
From the perimeter fence
hang flags of lambswool.
Stonecrop is eating the concrete apron.
The runways are flared now with willowherb.
Hangers dim with strawdust serve as barns.
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