The Aviators View - Poem by Ilko Alexandrov
Lower below there is a movement -
you see - in the middle - just a tiny dot in the sand -
this is me there - I look up to see you flying above my island
and the breeze is waving my sail for you.
And then i run into the waves and swim like crazy
in the shadow of your shiny machine.
I swim to reach your landing strip,
a gentle whale somewhere there
And you look down from your windy cockpit
you see the sea below, you see me - a tiny dot in the ocean,
tired, won't make it for your touchdown with these oars of lead,
but you smile thinking that i am a yacht out at sea
and you sail again, away from my shore,
away from my oars, waiving your white sails.
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