Lighter than air over the New city,
the grace and beauty of her opulent
decent looked at in awe by the millions
below, a slow pan from right to left.
Up in the air they are unaware
that they are the talk of the town.
Down on the ground, folks like ants
can’t get a clue. Oh, the humanity?
They do not believe there’s a chance
of air borne disaster from the sky.
© Walter J. Wojtanik
Hindenberg Flying Over New York City
Poetic Asides Prompt #371: Ekphrastic Poem
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Yes, that was the day our innocence came crashing down. 😢