I saw a super blue moon last night. At least,
that’s what my mom called it. Astronomy and
aerospace and astrology and advanced calculus
never held my attention, even as my mom
sketched space shuttles with chalk on the concrete
next to me and told me the names of airplanes as
they roared over our heads. That one’s a Piper.
See how the wings are below the cockpit?
A friend recently asked me if I’d rather have
roots or wings. It was not dishonest to say roots,
even though my mom sewed me an astronaut
costume when I was ten and I still catch myself
imagining how it might feel to lift off towards
the moon and never quite touch down again.
by: Piper Daleiden
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