My building doesn’t allow us to have dogs,
But there’s nothing in the bylaws about Concordes.
Mine was gifted by my youngest son and daughter-in-law,
And began feeling right at home after a month’s construction.
But what do you do with a regal Concorde
That’s so big inside an acrylic display case?
You can’t give it the run of the house day and night,
For it would surely be too easy to just trip over or bump into.
It wouldn’t make sense to take it out for walks,
Or leash it on the balcony with plants and birds.
But all the same it needs to show off and be admired
By family and friends who come inside our modest home.
Ah, we’ll mount it to a wall.
It will be perpetually in flight,
Its webbed wings spread wide,
Wheels tucked in, nose pointing ahead.
My pride and joy supersonic jet,
2083 plastic pieces strong and fragile,
Always within view as I work in my office,
Making me smile while keeping me company.
Copyright 2025, Charles A. Bruns
