A SMALL POEM FROM BETWEEN ABU DHABI AND LONDON

Below our drained Etihad cabin,

beyond Kuwait City's 

effulgent midnight tapestries,

oil flames scattered 

across the wide essential dark

like dying embers

in a slow combustion box.

LJ, June 17 2013. 

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Comment by Juliette Gillies on September 4, 2013 at 13:57

Effulgent- I'm adding that one to my vocabulary :) 

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