when sailors climbed the sky
air borne
a folding knife is not a combustion engine
tank of fuel
truck of wheels at cross purpose freight in the hold
breaching from tarmac up toward floating upon ozone and volatile compounds
fallen sailor trapped driver starved whale in a heap in any case
spinning one quarter turn
land and begin rolling back on tarmac
debris flying people already running
very young woman riding shotgun saw everything
massively auburn hair summer ponytail
just across the jersey wall
inner outer coiled trachea
we drove on to maryland mountains of another era
almost eons
rusty fuel line several gas filters starting destiny and fe
same damn spot on the same damn freeway same damn 39 years 2 months later
arriving on banana bagel coffee rail and rail
walking past calvary catechism fritz and jeannettes beautiful faith avenue named georgia
gather pile in gms and more spanning tarmac
rolling slowing side by side
slower
breathing
stopping
coles ville road inner outer loop trachea
where a tumbling truck and trailer once came to rest another century
sitting on our tarmac climate emergency
sobbing in pain so many unbelted babies in that truck trailer
rolling sideways
applied physics tumbling tarmac over and over
people already running