17 hours of flight time
Feeling the freedom of VFR
I have touched the skies
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Light bulbs at the airport
That familiar smell of
Exhaustion and excitement
The hugs embrace as
Experience gives way
To loss and gain
I love this place
A purgatory of
Human beingness
A feeling of escape
Of adventure
Of life and pain
Hop onto the next plane
And find yourself
In some strange land
I don’t have a boarding pass
Driving away
Welcome to Utah
I have more lights
To deliver
If you don't deliver them, who will? :)Great job Mr. Rob!
ReplyDeleteYou know, there is something about an airport. It is man's defiance of his limitations. It is a rebelliousness of our biological mediocrity. But then, so too, aren't lights their own declaration of "can do!" You bring vision where there is darkness. I really like how this poem touches on our inventiveness and our defiance of our biological limitations from all angles.
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