Flying Cars Poem by Dolores Hayden

hover above slow trucks—
in the name of Pegasus they wing past

stucco houses, commercial strips, miniature golf,
and the pale sand of the public beach.

Like poets, the designers test
roll, pitch, and yaw. They practice gliding,

learn to wrap the extraordinary vertical
in the everyday horizontal.

Developer Harry Culver plans
a skyburb with an airplane in every garage.

The flying car ascends, amazes,
yet, like a complex figure of speech,

the roadable airplane must land,
fold its wings, drive on.

A flock of names whispers lift:
Sky Flivver, Arrowplane, Autoplane, Airphibian.