The Vintage Plane
By Louis C
The Vintage Plane
On top of the cupboard,
The dust covers an old wooden plane.
The red wings catch my eye
So I pick it up and blow the loose grime away.
I flick the propeller and it squeaks like an old wheel.
The rough texture of the surface reminds me of road corrugations
Rippled and patterned as I feel it.
Lifting it close to my face I can smell its age, it smells like an old book.
This unique item is timeless
I place it back carefully.