Cantonese Plane Flying HighA Poem by Elizabeth Deane
Circling and circling
the nose of the jet Piercing the clouds like a new ridge or a birthstone Urging and urging the tip of its wings all askew and the birds in the snow Wait it shouldn't snow here Never snows in summertime Making snow angels that draw lines from one memory to the other On the step lays her bed She went to check her bills Dreamt that when she slept that wind would carry her to a place that never had her porcelain but still, it had it all Had her sheets and her curtains and the roses tulips at the ends In the corners were her planes flying high Her wrists to ropes But they broke but they broke but they broke
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Added on July 4, 2021 Last Updated on July 4, 2021 AuthorElizabeth DeaneFLAboutI'm an 18-year old girl in love with gothic narratives, romantic moods, obfuscation, and exercising way too much empty prose. :) more..Writing
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