511 mph, WNW

 

The Bridgekeeper ist eine deutsche Frau;

my trip to London hinges

on the unanswerable question:

Do you work only in Germany?

I don’t work (I say), I dream

and released, fly

to the plane laden

with oceans

and centuries

of vision

escaping

 

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22 thoughts on “511 mph, WNW

    1. Just a bit of befuddlement on my part, trying to board a flight at 6 am. That’s when they ask the tough questions. 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Renada. I do sometimes have to remind myself to look at the wonder and excitement of it all–especially when going through passport control!

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  1. Jennifer, I’m usually not that into poetry but was so swept up in your words I couldn’t stop reading. I was right there with you, needing to board that plane. Beautiful and thank you.

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  2. I think the whole last section of this poem is wonderful – it seems to resonate with optimism and opportunity:
    “to the plane laden
    with oceans
    and centuries
    of vision
    escaping”
    🙂

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