Cropduster

Another sighting came today,

after 30 years.

Pulling at the corners of my mouth,

a memory, rekindled.

Oh, there you are in my life again,

Cowboy.

I do remember you.

Your bright yellow splash on watercolor sky

moving, all-ways unbound.

Even now, a catch in my breath

as you climb and arc toward the clouds  

and pause ...

the right-turn and the fall-back 

and the pull-up; 

not quite brushing the tops of the corn

the top of my car,

skirting power lines

again

and again

Daredevil.

Unknown to you, my hammering heart; 

yours 

never skips a beat.