The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for August 2009
it moves on the
pad shimmering
in the afternoon
dancing
with
the physics of
thrust and restraint
its own engines
ignite
and it leans
into the boosters
straining
swaying
loving
the
bondage
until their explosions
then leaping in
release
no
more
arms no tethers
or
supplies
pausing only
at one times
sound
and then away
falling as if
forever
through the sky