Monday, January 13, 2014


We’re in the tissue
of the atmosphere
stretched over
the below world.

In the distance
a lone ochre cloud
drifts into a solid.

Una says, ‘it’s a dragon.'

the earth spreads
thinner and thinner
moving away from us.

We circle the runway
curious, hopeful.
We’re all wondering the same thing.

In the terminal,
they are watching the sky.


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