Briefly Airborne

He's seen them on TV, out in the ocean,
These giant whales, rising up suddenly,
Leaving the water to float in the air.
It seems doubtful that there's a reason
For that. He stands in the showroom
And stares at the car. What a splendid
Machine, sleek and so powerful! His
Dreams start pulling him forward and
Back. How he'd feel if he drove it
Down some winding road, ripping
Through curves and flat-out on the
Straights. How he felt on the bike
That he sold years ago, the wind,
The speed, the rides for no reason.
A salesman steps up and says,
“What do you think?” His dreams
Dissipate. He says, “I need a van,”
And he plunges back into the sea.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-08-13 at 16:40

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