half way to istanbul
across the misted plain
a cumulus castle presses
ragged battlements
against a fiery sky
to the north a dragon
bigger than the castle -
bigger than the mountain
on which the castle stands -
rears up and
roars at the setting
sun
the cabin lights dim -
down below
liquid lines of
headlights flow
across the darkened
landscape -
wing tips rise
anticipating home
for some this journey ends
in warm beds
in this
land of grace
but for the rest
stiff necks and swollen feet
come with us
as we flee towards the sunset
out of dragon’s reach
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