Aeroplane Poetry

Being above white clouds 
Clothed in black shrouds 
Hiding, among A11 crowds 
Listens to Music so loud 

Lightning-bolt mud-mound 
Under a cloud, on ground 
Only mine birdsong found 
& painted with Her sound 

Red road like river rust 
Green canopy covers dust 
Yellow vibe, cello crust 
Blue Music One can trust 

Shadows fast racing west 
A11 trying the very best 
Not to turn to rain lest 
Never do we get any rest 

Baseball diamond parking 
Looks like a dog barking 
Or maybe a Rhyme harking 
Back to Time's Lark-King 

Looks like a cotton ball 
& to reach, must be tall 
But if not careful, fall 
Farther than phones call 

Peninsulas & archipelago 
4 background in bay show 
But start Time's unknown 
And attendance oh-so low 

City to sticks then city 
Again like synchronicity 
Time & distance velocity 
As to undue the atrocity 

Alchemical circle with 5 
Formulas able to survive 
& buzzes like a bee hive 
That's very well & alive 

Like heads asking "why?" 
Wing tilt reveal new sky 
Oh-so baby blue as Ü & I 
Who awake everyday & try 

Geometric field triangle 
With rows like Rectangle 
Full of vine in a tangle 
& monsters that strangle 

Approaching end, descent 
Closer & closer 2 cement 
Coming down feels lament 
Like A11 who came & went 

Hit the wind, turbulence 
Lightning is disturbance 
Slight anxiety emergence 
& Fate sits on the fence 

Runway sees landing gear 
Safely now, arrival here 
Never any reason to fear 
Still I could use a beer