Poet’s Corner – Air Show Afternoon
A low roar magnifies, escalates
in leaps swirls and flips
arriving first
wings aligned.
Dancing in precise formations
perfectly spaced on a squiggle of smoke
Beyond the clouds and straight as an arrow
They dive in calligraphic gestures.
Through flight
a painted Enso
disappears past feathery clouds
and atmospheric wisps like tree branches
Canvas the heavens.
The air show is the theater of the day.
Poem and artwork by Marsha Solomon