Articulated from all angles:
a plane adrift in Benday space.
The brave pilot forms
from several thick black strokes
and a few intersecting lines.
Across the page, a swath of conte crayon
becomes smoke tracing the final descent
of our hero. He sets his jaw.
He remembers the kiss she gave him,
hearts exploding around them.
A man’s legs, running,
the folds pulling from his calves, just so.
Pain in a father’s face.
The paper breathes, still.
James
Art: Alex Toth, detail of a drawing sent to Dave Cook.