Blue Champagne
Mother, that song you heard
dancing and accompanying
uniformed young men
to train stations,
At seventeen, how could you know
"Kiss the Boys Goodbye"
was not a game?
On railroad platforms,
You hummed Blue Champagne.
Sun crashing suddenly to earth,
you were never one to cry in public.
Later seeing death
in faces of other boys
who pleaded, "Please don't make me fly."
the planes you inspected proving flightworthy,
you turned from them.
It was your job
and duty left regrets.
Shades over hills,
they still return.
Shadows dancing to "Blue Champagne."
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