The engine wheezes and pops and I pull out,
my vision fades and eyes droop,
and my consciousness fades from daydream
to vacuum as fatigue whips me like wisps
of morning haze against my windshield.
The turbulent shaking of this thin chassis
unsettles like doors that slam and siblings that wail,
and I adjust the blanket on my legs
to fend off the breeze through the rattling carcass.
But then the bulbous orange head stretches
its neck and turns the sky red and sea crystalline,
the wind slows, and I feel the brisk air
flowing also through my pores.
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