Summer Leaves

Summer Leaves

the plane began its plummet
downwards.
all hell broke loose
as the fuselage spun, falling
nose first,
a child’s wind chime in
a thunderstorm.
in the deafening blackness
he could sense the disjointed movements
of the others aboard,
hear the mournful sounds they made
as they fell to earth together,
at increasing speed.
he felt his guts rise within him,
the sensation pinning a memory in his mind’s eye
of a time they had visited a county fair
together.
the two of them accompanying her younger sister.
he saw her blond hair catching in the air as
the roller coaster ducked and folded over itself,
pulling hard on the yawning metal structure it clung to.
Kathy and her sister sat in front of him,
facing the violent summer horizon together,
facing away from him.

By William Whiteman