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three

 

our pilot attacks heaven without mercy

racing for altitude

an ear-popping ascent ripping through clouds

i grip my seat

i am used to north american comfort

 

relief

the plane levels

cruising softly

                   brushing cloud tops

waiting

       waiting

              waiting

 

                         at the last possible moment to land

                         dive-bombing the runway

                         like a kamikaze dropping

                         popping my ears confused vertical vertigo

 

gripping the ground

relieved

russian arms armed to inspect me

                                                armed and stone faced

a young soldier in a box

his eyes passing back

                               and forth

from my passport to me

saying nothing

                     signaling another young soldier

their eyes through me

 

i try to stare back

i try not to sweat


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