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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
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