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Passage of Air
larrylark

Its not nice trying to fly,
 1
flapping arms  soon weary
 2
in cold air that blurs eyes,
 3
shrouding landscapes in misty blue and grey.
 4
 
 
An old lady,
 5
startled by the grotesque shape
 6
bulging from your silk lined pilot suit,
 7
slices through her herbaceous disorders,
 8
while a policeman, sensing trouble,
 9
turns his feet, to see souls
 10
floating round the street end.
 11
 
 
Yet the problem still remains.
 12
How on earth can you send yourself skywards
 13
then regain your ground, propelled between
 14
chip shop, bus stop and bright lit public house,
 15
scared of heights yet filled with hot air?
 16

19 Mar 09


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line, 5 an old lady "The hard heads that stand as menhirs"... line 16, yet full of air... mixed with Ferlingehtti... j.g.smiles
 — goeszon

Life is so full of gas that its a wonder we all don't float away and do the planet a favour.

Max above clouds
 — larrylark

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