Oxford Brookes Poetry Centre

Planes, Trains, Swimming Machines

What sort of fish likes patterns?

I saw two planes this morning,
flying unnecessarily close
together, threatening to collide.
These giant metal birds
roared louder than any pterodactyl
I’d ever heard, echoing
off the streets of my city of learning.
Soon enough, though, they
flew away into the grey nothingness
of a skyline without a sunset.

by Kristin Maffei

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