aria

brace legs on the gunwhale
hike out against
wind’s cannons onto
sail, mast, horizon

wings slice blue
above the clouds carve
earth’s pale hide
up to standard orbit

mechanical layers
slipstream silent black:
domination
of the paradox

I, sing?
man,
I cannot
even croak

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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