From the plane I get a low,
brief peek of suburban light formations. I confess
I like rough landings, bursting from tight thick clouds fast,
rocking and barreling toward the runway.
I know I’m alive, over a wet, moving city.
12/10/2004 Fri
From the plane I get a low,
brief peek of suburban light formations. I confess
I like rough landings, bursting from tight thick clouds fast,
rocking and barreling toward the runway.
I know I’m alive, over a wet, moving city.
12/10/2004 Fri
by
Tags: