January Velvet #7
Eastern sky purples,
Atmosphere twinkles
Speckles of light,
Drop into sight
Angle of approach,
Precise glide slopes
A procession of professionals
Guide these glittering jewels.
Propelled by juggernaut jet engines
Wafted on wings to airy suspension.
Until the confident command
Turn left, descend and land.
Then let the fragile souls disembark
Who minutes before, sleepy and bored
Were borne aloft in metal sky arks.
None now look back at the purpling sky
Nor dare long to wonder why,
Or how, they, and their
holiday luggage, were able to alight
From those speckles spread on the velvet of a January’s clear
night.
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