Runway A-K47

By Marjorie McKelvey Isaacs

Through the squarish portal

Upright in night-dark grass

Stand matrices

of most beautiful blue lights

Shining at attention,

Electric English garden

in adoration

of my benevolent metal bird.

On the airfield,

awkward yet magnificent

slowly she rolls,

to review these, her blue subjects

blazing their adoration.

Within her empty heart

Borne into the sky

On brilliant wings

of human invention,

I am awestruck

as this great and lifeless creation

transports me to realms

of honor, meaning, connection.

Once transcendent achievements

Now pierced with grief

in these last days

of life ways

utterly unsustainable.