Rumbles are heard on the runway
As a sleek, silver skinned jet takes its place.
As she waits for clearance from the tower
She grasps for some assurance that she will be traveling.
Suddenly with a roar the engines
Begin to wind up taking aim for the sky.
She powers down the concrete runway
And like a storybook ending
Lifts against the horizon,
Which is edged with clouds.
11/13/10 amorlesslis
photo by Medi Belortaja
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