One-Handed Poetry - June 15, 2022

for me

the sit down

is the take off


flaps lowered

landing gear up

the climb through

and above the clouded mind


leveling off

radar switched on


oooh there’s a bleep

an idea moves

on the screen’s edge


I drop into pursuit

turning the wheel

hitting the buttons

adjusting the dive


all with my non-coffee hand

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