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Orville Wright Lies Prone in a Flying Machine as His Brother Wilbur and Associate Dan Tate Give It a Running Start by Roy Bentley

July 1, 2018 Contributed By: Roy Bentley

This isn’t the Wright Flyer. This is a prototype glider.
Orville wears a hat since he doesn’t expect great speeds.

 

He isn’t at all worried about a hat; he is Icarus stressing
about aeronautical success and lift-to-drag coefficients.

 

It may be white-knuckle joy to have invented the Flyer,
but this isn’t that. This is prayer to the heaven overhead,

 

to sandfalls underfoot and contiguous to the task at hand.
And if Dan is fine with being the footnote to this history

 

on a dune bank at Kitty Hawk, Orville and Wilbur aren’t.
Wilbur is sporting a tie because this is for all the marbles.

 

And speaking of marbles, he remembers Orville cheated:
doctored the flick into the circle or distracted opponents,

 

stage-managing their child’s play like a future take off
any day sea birds affect figure-eights to show they can.

 

 

Return to table of contents for Issue 13 Summer 2018.

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