Friday, 12 March 2010



Aeroplanes over Kew
The roar of the engine
Flaps up
This one is landing
Somewhere near Heathrow


The whooshing of the wind
Squeezed air
Pushed in all directions
Not sure where to go


Great big wings
Casting shadows
In my back garden
Like mythical creatures
From a world we don’t yet know


Their presence ever there
Most hardly notice them
They’re part of the scenery
Invisible to all senses
Like the smell of ones own home


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