FLITE PATTERN

Jay Moglia

they push the cylinder and from a distance
it's like a tight maneuver
late day shadows from an arc and
a perimeter
a dividing line for the curious
who edge close not sure if they want
to see but unable to turn away--
a criss-crossing a ripple a
place in time a moment
the intersection is formless and then
frozen in a flash--
a satellite view enlarges until there's
order to the motion
from up in the air detail is found--
the resident's smoke and stumble
reaching to the sky
and conversating their wants
it's business as usual
business getting done
a slow unveiling of the next feature