Come Fly with Me

Is it a bird, is it a plane?

I have noticed
an eastern airflow
and I know
I won’t have to ask
if a bird or a plane
will rise over roofs
covered in snow.
It will be, I expect
a supersonic jet.
Every morning I see
crafts that have left
Manchester airport
from terminal three.
It’s a spectator’s sport.
The planes depart
in an orderly queue
three minutes apart
and will soon be
out of view.
All this for me
is nothing new.
I know the drill
which is repetitive
but I still get a thrill.
Only the coffee pot
bubbling on the hub
will lure me away
from such a display.
© Luigi Pagano 2019

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What a pleasant read. You beautifully recreate the magic flow in the sky you get to witness each day…a view as good as new each time. Couldn’t agree more with you. For me in the hills, it is the clouds, birds, sunrise, sunset and helicopters (ferrying tourists) and never a dull moment in the sky. Thankyou for the thrilling share Luigi!
Warm Regards, Gomathi.

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