Flight

Chasing the sun

across a continent

west and west and west,

and wings west.

Only Speed and physics

hold us up

skimming over mountains

of white clouds,

across an invisible

surface of air.

I keep watch

making a window with both hands

close around my eyes

and lean against the glass

to find

bright stars shining against the

coming darkness.

eight

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