Propeller

The frame hung straight

Encased in dust

We saw the smoke turn flame to trees turn back to buds

It feigns to break

But never does

There is a dark expanding cloud that surrounds us

I set a long course and fell asleep

There is a strong force propelling me

A line drawn thick

Too slick beneath my feet

There is a strong force propelling me

A change of pace

Untethered us

I took my aim and hit it square it never budged

A shaking strained

But feather touch

It is a cold and weathered hand that holds us up

I set a long course and fell asleep

There is a strong force propelling me

A line drawn thick

Too slick beneath my feet

There is a strong force propelling me