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Aug 2018
I hear only
static from the tower
muffled voices
see only
grey clouds below

I grip the stick
with both hands
knuckles white
swallow hard
at a lump
that won’t go down

and point the nose
of my little craft
as I dive into the storm
hoping for a runway
or even solid ground
Written by
Brian Rihlmann  44/M/Nevada
(44/M/Nevada)   
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     --- and arizona
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