In the Details: VFR

VFR

When my husband
Flew VFR, the morning always
Began in
Darkness, with robotic
Voices burping down
The wires--
Telling him which way
The wind blew.

As if they knew.

--

This post is part of a the poetry series, "" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live. 

The posts for January are part of an international small stone writing project "The River of Stones."

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