the window seat

Coming in over the night sea

and then a mile down lights

the color of semi-precious stones

necklace the shore and bay,

crisscross of streets, dark towers

with gleaming gemstones

pearlescent, iridescent, car

headlights, now broad boulevards,

a sports stadium aglow, all

the neon like splashed light

atop billboards and street signs

and then the runway like an

avenue of candles drawing up

as wheels screech, jostled

clawing the armrest to steady

the world which is still moving

as we taxi forward, the city

so flat now even as we at last

breathe, still flying inside.

 

--M deO

Done