Costa Rica poems

A poem from my Easter vacation trip to Costa Rica.

Airplane

A sterile tube

 above the clouds

roars on through the air,

lifted high above the earth

by the grace of fervent prayers.

 

Behind me and this steel rod

dawns a radiant Sun,

that spreads it’s warm and golden arms

across a separate world:

White,

Clean,

Pure.

The End

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