Notch-tailed cadets take turns in the traffic pattern without benefit of control tower, sweeping downwind, shouldering baseleg, gliding into low approach, dipping, diving under a graveled bridge along Old Creamery Road, emerging upwind, into a steep Immelmann turn against a peach and mauve glow on a September evening, chattering and fluttering afresh into the traffic pattern of young barn swallows, dark above a flash of rosy tan, crosswind, downwind, for yet another spin. (2006)
Love that Joy ride
Very nice! Great imagery.
Can you tell that my husband was an air traffic controller?
I should have guessed! 😀
It’s a beautiful poem – which of you wrote it.
Just me, but when controllers are together, even after decades of it, their arms are vectoring while they tell stories from an encounter using those terms!
Just you has done VERY well!
He did get a kick out of it!
I love the swooping imagery of barn swallows in flight.
Wonderful poem, Joy!
Great poem!!! 🙂