Take-Off - Poem by Anthony Parker
With a precise hand, palm
facing the earth, I'd stretch
my arm out the car window,
convinced that at the right speed
and angle of my arm the car
would take-off into the sky-
achieving a perfect balance between
man and machine, a loose harmony
of metal and bone. The car is as
much a plane as my arm a wing.
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