symbol of the age
slender metal
charging the air
impossible not to
have mixed feelings
smaller world
more accessible
less mysterious
engines of commerce
visions of sky
clouds from above
in a way ancients
never saw
graceful
when seen like this
streamlined
skimming stone
bouncing cities
in a planetary pond
speed
distance
undeniably
these have changed
sprinting horse
swordfish dash
eagle dive
cheetah’s lunge
what are they to you
as you gently lumber
then roar
then rage
reeling off the runway
to habitats
no other can reach
taking life
to places
never been before
symbol of an age
certainly
how long will it last
thirsty one
throb your engines
sail the jet stream
paint the sky
with vaporous vortices
while you still can
and men can still
afford you
a million airborne men
huddle your carriage
hurrying
here and there
many a mountain
is named cloud piercer
in tongues of
a hundred languages
but the title
surely
belongs to your kin
dragons surely
of these decades
breathe your fire
hoard your gold
cruise the clouds
take your captives
where you seek to go
gentle giants
ferocity of the outside
mellowed on the
inside
dream-makers
of foreign lands
new beginnings
lovers and loved ones
handshakes
where there were none
symbol of the age
an age whose epitaph
will be mixed
but of both its good
and of its bad
you will be amidst it
remembered
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