silencing roar

by william mariano

May 29, 2014

Rivers of light that sway twinkel and flow far below.

Red, white and yellow emerge from the horizon like rivers flow from mountains.

California cars wiz and turn so fast up close, but from here, i cannot detect their motion.

The loud silencing roar of the jet engines muffles the voices of those around me.

People read, listen and sleep to experiences i know nothing of.

Thank you for flying.

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william marianoMay 29, 2014

<p>A location peice when i was flying solo across the country for  San Francisco to chicago. and my attemt to discribe the view on my left and right while sitting in the window seat of a large jet linear. The roar of the jet engine signifies a muzzle that i felt i wore when i was youger to muffle my earge to speak to new people. The river of light was the connections lost by not doing so and being like a cloud in the sky to those far below. </p><p> </p>