hand in hand
the pair went up the hill
not to fetch a pail of water
but to lie on their backs
among the wildflowers
spotting & pointing at
anomalous phenomena
flying ambiguously
in & out of cumulus clouds
april two thousand twenty-five
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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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Fire fighting aircraft
turn their bellies upward
as they veer away
from the blaze below
their waterbombs
struggling to penetrate
the conflagration
set off days ago
by a strike from the sky
blasting the Windy City
with wicked veracity
turning human ingenuity
into a flattening incinerator
filled with rubber
and concrete
steel and humanity
stirring dead souls
into vague memories
of eighteen seventy-one
october, two thousand eleven
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