Adam Wayne Mackay


The Blast

Picturesque
Floating in near silence
A chosen landscape
For its beauty,
Majestic.
Light peeks over the horizon
Holding the women I love
Tightly in my arms
Tiny
So my torso
Envelopes her
We shared gasps
Between blasts
Propane gas
We will land soon
Time
So perfectly
Passed

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