When Silver Met Gray

Yesterday i was moved by the whole Adian Avion Experience!

When Silver Met Gray

On a mundane day,
the clouds all Gray,
Bottom most.
Raining hard and moving slow.

On a Victorian shore,
Maroon and full.
Joyous young voices.
Attention the pull.

A clipped wing bird
Silver and dull
Shines so bright
On a gray sky low light.

Anticipation of bizarre.
The rain draggled queue,
I, the mystic embark.

Rise the metallic steps
A green tube
the room
I see a million rivets deploy

I touch the side
of this now land ride
I think of the people
Jet set gone by.

and goodbyes…

I want to emirs myself,
to this etched green wall inside.
The power, the space.
I’m there I feel the part
of this silver birds art…

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