poised at the edge
the runway grey outsidethe engines whine
trembling roar through my spine
then released
like a stone thrown
we gather speed
hurtling toward a dead end
the wheels shaking my body
until
with a lurch
(like breaking through)we jump
airborne
the bumps immaterialize
light feeling shivers through
as a smile creeps upon my face
out the plexiglass
fields fade to quilts
twisting and bumping
we dance through the clouds
until the whine becomes
a purr of gliding
flying away
I love this! I really like the way lines two, twelve, and twenty five are offset as though truly poised at the edge, or flying away. And great capture of what it feels like to fly!
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