by Middleagepoet
this has no comment and that is a sin. What a beautiful poem, I love the science (with word play!) in combination with the more qualitative part of live all mixed in. Nice work m.a.
Altitude
an option with wings
a blue to black infinity
bound only in mundane effigies
of lift, airflow, thrust and drag.
Good poem. I've enjoyed all your poems, so far.
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