A summer smile stuck on my face,
as I watched a soda truck racing
across the yellow maize farm.
"What is a soda truck doing
in the countryside, far away from
shops and clubs?" my workmate asked.
He looked as though he had witnessed
the Roswell event personally.
"Something isn't right," he added.
I smiled and gazed at the truck,
as it became bigger and bigger.
Monotonous tastelessness of rain water,
would soon be replaced by a fizzy, sweet
sensation to my tastebuds.
This would be the dozenth time I tasted
soda without actually drinking it.
Categories:
dozenth, dream, fantasy, fun, humor,
Form: Narrative
TAKE OFF
Outside the windows grass swathes rotate: we sway
Up and down the dozenth wide runway
To reach the final launch-point for our sally.
Engines whine up and down till finally
Pilot gives power and our necks are pushing
Back into the headrest cushion.
The wheels rumble disconcertingly now,
But the wing tilts up by magic - wow!
Forget your mastery of lift and drag, it’s a mystery:
Rumble ceases, ground drops away quickly.
Immersed in fingers of foggy cloud,
Like an immense cold shroud -
Flying blind, ever up, till we emerge
And blend into the brightness and we feel a surge
Of turbulence reassure us that wings,
Despite their toughness, are flexible things.
Tip to port, we see ground small and slight;
Tip to starboard, now the sky dazzling bright.
Level off, we breathe easier, belts undone:
We start cruising in the sun.
Categories:
dozenth, travel,
Form: Imagism