heights

Taking off from the capital,

The orphaned metropolis,

Slowly falling further

Under the wings,

Pressure rises

And heats the air to a boil.

The fading city outlined,

Colored and caged

Over the Potomac

By an early morning fog,

Dimly glowing,

Almost

Too faint to see.

Altitude dulls my senses

And I see you here,

And tell you what I'll be doing,

That soon I'll break that

First touch,

Leave no question of interest

In doubt,

End that deficit

Tonight,

Tell you how long

It's been,

And longer

Every hour,

And how long

It could last,

That soon we'll tell

Your brother,

Leave no question of doubt,

Uninteresting,

Having it

And eating it too.

The plane ends taxi

And desert warmth dials me down

To where there are no dark clouds,

But you'll be

None the wiser.