tired and sweating, spokes flashing like silent movie sprockets
not expecting, in my path...a line of runway aircraft resting
a stained glass wonder, surprise on a sunny day
Star-Wars comes to Bedlington, V-Wing fighters explode
in a galaxy of colour, red-mauve-magenta-orange-purple
a nose full of magical fairy dust...butterflying cloud, unfolding
fluttering by, disappear into a wonderful sky-borne miracle...