wing window:
white limb outstretched,
a sidewalk to the clouds,
swaying slightly
in the sweeping, sucking suction.

there is no other sight
like that seen from a plane
slicing the sno-cones
during a snowfall.

soaring thru the speeding -sphere
in a lump of Provoloni cheeseballs
stacked skyscraper-high,
snow falling from the ceiling fan
of the top floor.

the strong arm pierces the frozen fluffflakes,
the red sun-bulb winglight
catches the snow just right,
giving you the surreal illusion
of zooming backwards

deep into the mystical marshmallow jungle,
pitch white but for the
red wing-strobe burning in
the sky-high night.

01/28/2009

Author's Note: stolen title.

Posted on 01/28/2009
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