: nightfall, and
i’m sick of leaving. DNA
in airports
all things taste
of yesterday; mouth caught
like a moth
between tweezers
fluttering
the world spins
on rusted gears.
a whisper.
all the fallen mornings.
.
: at 37000 feet
above the rain. a strange
immunity to clouds.
out of reach, or
beyond measure. the distance
of arms.
strato. pinned upwards
to the bowl of space
where weather
is undefined.
foreign
as air itself.
~
words: Patrick M. Pilarski, Canada (website & DailyHaiku)
image: 'light' - Dorothee Lang, Germany (blueprint21)
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author's note: about the poems and discomfort zones
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