It’s a known phenomenon
- pilots get it, when they’re deadly tired:
they’re standing on the wing
looking in.
When we’re together now,
at dinner, in bed, at loggerheads
- I’m standing on the wing
looking sad.
We bought a round-trip ticket
on the marriage flight to domesticity,
you’re waiting on the wing
- to jump off.
Comments
edmund allos | December 27, 2007 - 11:16
Great image...been there, got the experience in the archive, and you've captured the tragic inevitability of it...let them jump, if that's what they want...they usually have a parachute!
great poem well done
EA