Hi airplane!

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Walking on the Lagan Towpath

Distracted by so much green
or rather captivated
    (it is beautiful)
a little girl’s voice draws me back.

Up in her daddy’s arms
waving at the aeroplane that has not long taken off from Belfast City Airport and is ascending into the sky.

‘Hi airplane!’ she waves,
then blows a kiss into the sky.

Love and beauty are not just in the green;
captivating distracting beauty is not reserved to the natural world.
It still resides in humans too.

Sometimes it takes a very small child to remind us.

Lagan Towpath, 16.08.2020


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