Angels

The build-up is a rumble,

like a distant train across steel tracks.

The cacophony grows nearer,

assaults the eardrums from every direction.

Then in a crack! the air splits

and navy blue metal slices the sky.

It dips in seemingly impossible patterns

and then climbs toward the yellow sun,

discordant air echoing in its wake.

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