A jet flushed
From beyond the far hills
As silently as a bird,
Shot in a silent streak
Into the soft blue cloudless sky
And then the sound came
Rocking the ground
A charging beast
Too late to catch anything
But the twin streams of thrust
Spreading and thinning
And dissolving
In the teeth
Of the futile bites of sound.
#airborneday
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