Hands up, screaming
side by side locked in
like a shotgun
they ride their heads
up, hearts staring out
the wide wide window of
their mouths screaming
at the world rushing up
and up and up
tiny people looming
large, the calliope a shiny tangle
the gleaming double track
blued by decades
an instant shy of impact
and it’s all sky
empty air the wallop
as one by one
their stomachs lift off into
nothing but laughter
Posted 01/26/12