The Last Flight Out Poem by Nick krakana
The Last Flight Out
It seems the flight at night
Gives way to a special right
As night begins to repeat her role
Out of the light the darkness rolls
Engines throttle up to go
Like a heavenly dream
Night flyers on a silky screen
The Pilot states - we're getting close
It's down there
Hidden in a foggy air
Radar's ghostly eye
See's it there
Terra firma cries out …
Down here... You up there …
Nick Krakana Sr.
Nov-22 - 2018
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4/24/2024 1:23:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, Nick Krakana. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.