Yuri Klimchuk

Jumbo Jets

My head is bent backwards,
And I point my finger toward the Jet-blue sky,
When I see a jumbo jet.

A cold shiver runs down my lanky spine
When I hear the magnificent loud roar
Of a flying jumbo jet.

I wonder why, I ponder how
Such a large mass could stay afloat
When I sit in a running jumbo jet.

Like a giant beast, it dominates over all other airplanes,
And makes me look like a tiny speck
When I stand next to the posing jumbo jet.

So if you wonder why
I am pointing at the sky,
It is because of a screaming jumbo jet.

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