The perfect ending. Nice.
Jack Preston King

I knew it needed something. I’d tried thinking of a way to reach back to the questions the speaker asks at the beginning of the poem and couldn’t. Just couldn’t. Sometimes the well dries up and the poem refuses answers.

But I’d already written the line about her flying. It almost seemed sufficient. Almost.

Jack, thanks for commenting. I’m glad to have your readership. I feel I have to work harder as a poet to deserve it, given your poetic chops. Thanks again, man.