Above Algonquin
Rough taped control with two
handles. Over the park,
such oranges and reds
burn the trees. Vertigo
at this height, sky grey with clouds,
your hands move the view around.
To eventually land stable, sustained
by a ground that is only water.
The plummet toward
in mind and a slid memory
of not falling, though almost,
these couple, and engine smell
make the cold feel colder still.
to return
