Aerial Painting

Aerial Painting The painting in the hall of an old bi-plane flying a across a blue sky, was different this morning, it had landed by a waterfall and the pilots stood leaning against the plane’s fuselage slowly smoking a cigarette, eyes closed enjoying every moment, every inhale of scented tobacco. I looked at the painting again the sky was dark, there was lightning in the air the pilot had flown to the front and collided with a barrage balloon, the plane was a broken as thrown to the ground by a spoilt boy who had wanted a fire-engine for his birthday, and know only the blue sky prevails.