Transportation

justamjustam Posts: 21,410
edited October 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Early morn' flight
rubber wheels spin
while
sound fills the doors
like the sun does, fingers of God?
through the clouds...
why does it look like Him?
memories of pre-speech
and
feeling so happy I could burst!
wanting to e_a_t the sight
of those fingers of light
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