05 July 2010


I am back from England tomorrow. So that poem may be late.

Phason 7/5

Beyond the window of the plane
                        the clouds are a sheet of cotton - thickly
blanketing - we are descending -

                                                Resting our belly
on the quilt of vapor

It is dividing itself and we are falling -

                        A rush of blue
and the sudden wheels -

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