Unobstructed Poem by Joe Bisicchia

Unobstructed



Be with me
at Huffman Prairie
on the ground.
It's where flying machines
are made.

Fashion in me reality
of all that can be.

And before
and after
let me sit.

And, as the sky runs,
let me savor it.


Published by Kitty Litter Press,2017

Thursday, January 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: airplane,flight,sky
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