Poetry Centre

Planes, Trains, Swimming Machines

  • What sort of fish likes patterns?

    I saw two planes this morning,
    flying unnecessarily close
    together, threatening to collide.
    These giant metal birds
    roared louder than any pterodactyl
    I’d ever heard, echoing
    off the streets of my city of learning.
    Soon enough, though, they
    flew away into the grey nothingness
    of a skyline without a sunset.
     

    by Kristin Maffei