Christian Fletcher, on air. Photo: Nate Smith
Fears and expectations.
Transportation.
The air.
A poem crossing a
River riddle a
Wave a
Moment
by a short pulse.
A few words:
Take it slow
(He says)
Look up to the sky
Its silent language
And see :
Birds
Planes
A superman Fletcher on the
magnetic tape of
sad days.
The body of an antihero
Wrapped in a deep
Blue crush VHS.
The time has come to fly
Above anxiety!
