Grace, he called it

Grace, he called it, how the planes

looked from behind, slightly bow-winged,

twin tail-mounted engines backlit, like

tiny balls somehow above their screaming

metal shaft, which itself nearly disappeared behind

the beauty of hauling all its cargo

into a vibrating sky, an absurdly

still-winged bird, magic.

--RFRY, 15 Sept 06

//

See the Grace he called it attempts.