Tagged: airplane
sitting by the wing
sitting by the wing
of a plane is often an
exercise in self-
preservation,
counting every
nut and bolt,
willing every
piece of metal
to stay together,
holding breaths
twelve heartbeats
at a time
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: preservation
perhaps we are made
perhaps we are made
up of copies of ourselves
and each other – the
Willie Mae sits in Hangar B,
rebuilt, dreaming others’ dreams
.
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the minutes before
the minutes before
takeoff circulates within
the brain like
cabin air, suspiciously
fresh. things to note
are combined with
filtered things to
note – the nearest
exit doors are two
rows ahead, my
seatmate is reading
tabloid trash, we’ve
missed the departure
time, don’t forget
mom’s freshly cut
apple pear
.
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there’s a middle school
there’s a middle school
field trip feeling
on those late
afternoon flights –
the hum of massive
engines weave between
daydreams, whispers,
and minutes that go by
unaccounted for, like
the names of cities,
towns that
hardly register
.
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