While waiting to fly
Monday, September 16, 2002 
Snakelike trickles over the windowpane,
Unpredictable,
chaotic,
random with purpose.
Water rivlets streak from left to right
then are no more,
replaced by individual droplets
dancing, bobbing, weaving
as they cross outside my view.
Then flying into space, falling to their
final resting place,
the artifical earth.
Waiting to be borne again.


* * * * *

Large metal hulks,
blurred by waves of heat
line up in a straight row.
Lights blinking with metal glistening,
One chance to fly again.


miles biked so far this year:  281.3


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