Microlight
When they appeared, we were like, “What …the?” motorcycles
dangling from multi-coloured wings, animated comic book scene
blond wisps racing at leisure in deliberate mid-morning breeze
rainbow spectrum gone haywire, in the azure June sky
they were flaunting metallics, Kariba breams in fish eagle talons.
They hovered above, the whole school was set in a frenzy
nerds set books aside, watched...
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