A friend and I attended an antique airshow recently and had ourselves a heyday photographing all the great planes (and their humans). Many of the aircraft were adorned with incredible colors and images including this little beauty. Perhaps not exactly politically correct but we appreciated the look – and the effort – nonetheless.

I’m no poet
apparently
and I do know it;
even my shoe size fails me
(I’m a six).
I entered the hallowed halls
filled with promise
and anticipation.
The kings and queens before me,
they did not disappoint.
It was I who fell short,
inadequacy my trademark.
Bluster, my ill-fitting coat of arms.
Humbled and chastised,
my trailing tail coiled between
the two legs I did not even
have to stand on,
I’ve chosen to retreat.
Perhaps one day
I’ll fight again.