"Weightlessness"By M. Graham Horne.
Never been in a plane
And never flown.
Catching wind
At a playground
Doesn't quite count
When you hear the sound
Of your once child's breaking bones.
You cry,
So happy you survived
The broken arms.
You were convinced the air
Meant you no harm
When the storm in the atmosphere poured
You to the earth so hard.
Melody gave you a hand up.
Full bellows rupture
To reeds through pipes,
And grappling for suppler
Air of spring pollen,
Plainsong is made a cappella.
A happening finds a perfect piece composed.
Sound waves, saccharine,
From violins, given sweetly,
Knocked you from your seat,
Tied their strings around your throats,
And sang you to sleep
On dangling wire dreams
Of silly whimsically, enlightening things.
This was the famous one,
The goodly vision
Of one air balloon,
With cheerful colors donned
Breaking the configuration to soon
Crash, and send fire everywhere on.
It was beautiful, nearly dying before noon.
