The Bronze Plane

Copper and golden
like the afternoon sun.
Little wings and little wheels
turn and turn and turn.
One little pilot
sitting in the cockpit.
All alone
except for his bronze contraption.

One hot afternoon
in a big gift shop.
One little bronze plane
sitting on the windowsill.
Catching my eye
and catching my thoughts.
One little bronze plane
round and round it flies.
Shiny and golden
it flies in the sun.
My little talisman
Forever with me.