SkyWriting
Jet fast as light blinking frames on the runway
Fuel singing thinking energy of blue fires
Dancing swiftly thought tarmac violet bursts tilting wings skywards
Smirking, smiles behind afterburner cigarette smokescreens
"Write you something deep, it's for keeps (only time may tell.")
Spiraling along the sunrise writing poems against the dawn . . .*
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-11-02 at 02:57
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