“Teterboro” 5/4/18
runway on 46
daffodils in the median
to my left
going west
probably home
the roar of jets
touching down
the thrust of flight
taking off
in a minute passed by
as I drive
A very NJ-centric poem (links to explain for those out of state), a place I drive by all the time, but never took the time… to notice. The jets feel like they are on top of you as they land/take off on this little airstrip tucked into the folds of strip malls and all – in the cross hairs of the highways 46 and 17.
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