Gash of FlightsA Poem by Jon Mahaffiea gash collapses peace in the gunsmoke fog of internationally thin borders, as pirates, fulcrums on wing hit their crest of up arcs, and break in bursts at stranded foam in intertidals, pistolborne, toward minnow balls glinting like shed munitions, or toward a pier of pigeons. klaxon cries boil the air as they pierce and the skittish skirmish splits in party lines, raptors and fry-eaters, all speckled lean. an abandoned wrapper kites off the pier in the wind, limply wounded by beaks while the inhuman speech of wings, Ms and Vs, sees it leave through the haze, leaving light, a listerined rubber bouquet and the unheeded catcall of seals below
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Added on February 7, 2015 Last Updated on January 11, 2023 AuthorJon MahaffieSeattle, Central Coast, Isle Of ManAbout“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It d.. more..Writing
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