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Saturday, February 27, 2016

Good Humor Beach

Orange awesomesauce glaze
Gleamed in wet sheens of thin foam
Running from rays of unblocked sun
Brought to just above melting as one
Sloughing off in a solid layer of could have been fun
Adding to the disappointment that is this creamsicle
Streaked in milky strands
Draped as a silken lace skein
Across the growing grasp of orange coating
Creeping effortlessly down a small boy's arm

Small hand rigidly gripping thin flat wood
Elbow awkwardly held in a certain position
That you may recognize as being called
"Halfway to his mouth"
Upon a journey undertaken some minutes ago
When the frozen treat had possessed tiny crystals of ice
And crisp fine edges left from the factory mold
Newly nude to the world
Torn white paper wrapper dropped right next to a lined can

Sand stirred in the ocean breeze next to a pair of cheap sneakers
Orange droplets congealing into sticky cement
In a random pattern
Falling from a faraway hand


Sunday, February 7, 2016

A Mixed Blessing

Oil dripped steadily from the jet engine tailpipe
Forming a green-blue puddle upon the pale concrete
Tattooing yet another stain upon its brittle honor

The Boeing 747 sat heavily in the hot sun
Looking for all the world like it knew
Knew that one of its engines was shit
Knew that it had used four gallons of oil on a three hour flight
Knew that it wasn't going much of anywhere for now

Somewhere else in the world
A small team of mechanics was busy
Packing their tools
Gathering up supplies
Forking an engine change kit to the main ramp
Unwrapping a spare engine

Getting ready to leave for a few days in the sun
A welcome respite from the winter blues

Sometimes the gods of aviation give good with the bad
And this was one of those times