040810f Fly Against The Wind - Poem by Manonton Dalan
i watch the airplane on take-off
going up so fast on 40 degrees
retracting tires in unison, quick
and hides it beneath cargo hold
then reach the clouds level-off
it appears too small like a bus
when i was a kid i ask my self
'why they take-off against the wind'
'why they land against the wind'
my mother 'so they won't tip-over'
my dad 'so they will ride like surfing'
venturi effect is what they are after
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