A Poetic Short Story - B-17 Preflight... by Adolfo!

B-17 PREFLIGHT

By Adolfo...

I
There is no dreaming
In the world of Sigmund Freud,
Only dreams interpreted

By pseudos
And other psychiatrists
Devoted to fulfill
The gullibility of those
Finding answers in dreams
As though Life were a dream
And vice-versa,

The truth being
That without dreaming,
There'd be no dreams
And,
Only death instead of life
With no continuity
From the conscious to the unconscious
Of our existence,
Dreaming being only
A chemistry without biology!

II
In the third phase of preparing
The B-Seventeen for another flight,
This young couple stood by--
Hardly looking at the aged bomber
Being prepared for a spcial flight
(A payload of human cargo)--

As they embraced and kissed,
In a world of their own
Free of war machines
Or battles with killing fields,
Enraptured in their kisses
In a harmonious correspondence,
Broken by yours truly:

"Wearing a Harvard shirt?"
"Yes!" he said, surprised
By the intrusion.--
The young woman with almond eyes
Staring at him adoringly
In complete silence
And following each of his syllables
From his gleeful mouth,

And not one single glance for me!

"Adolfo! Margherita called
From the head of the group
Under engine number four;
And in no time
We moved into phase four.

III

Wondrous dreaming was never better

That night,

Invigorated by the whirling fan

Infusing the air

With human spirits

Caressing our skin

In re-generating

Our bodies at resting positions

Unaware of our dreaming.

The commanding look

Of the almond-eyed girl,

Her mouth touching mine,

and the immediate compulsive:

"I love you!"

Words out of my mouth

By a spirit or siren--

Not my own!

She moved her lips to mine

And to a sudden awakening.

Unexpectedly astir,

I moved my hand to Margherita.

I fell into

Her bountiful arms,

And love-making

Was never as sweet

As it was blissful

Especially now

At seventy-four!

!!!

!Hey This was Adolfo's Dream Not Mine--I had to substitute!

!Besides I've never even met them--Discretion Seemed to Be the Right Choice!

Used by permission from Adolfo

AND Margherita

This is a selection from

Water and Life:

Photos and Poems

By Adolph Caso

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