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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