poetry by j matthew waters


it was a deafening ride
to the top of the clouds
and the further we climbed
the quieter the night became

one by one we jumped
through the crescent moon
the relative wind pushing us
toward our desired target

once reaching terminal velocity
we expanded our wings
and eased into the uncertainty
of a hostile territory

february two thousand thirteen
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2 thoughts on “reconnaissance

  1. oh you sound like Richard Dreyfus!

    “the relative wind pushing us”
    I love this line, powerful, but familiar.

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