The Inventor


The Inventor

The inventor is brainstorming
schematics on parchment paper
Ohm’s Law studied by lamp light
motorcycle goggles perched
atop his very tall top hat
studying his flying machine.

Metallic skin stretched tightly
over a man-made skeleton
shines in the morning sun
the smokestacks belching black
the inventor pulls a lever
inlaid with mother of pearl and closes a switch.

The machine lurches forward
steam sputtering and hissing
released to outstretched copper wings
his horseless carriage
shudders and takes flight
the inventor waves
to the tiny cheering crowd below.

A clockwork concoction
beating a familiar symphony
a recognized inner pattern
of universal synchronicity.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

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