The Barnstormer's Nostalgia

Beams on the train bridge make white shards that scissor what is beyond them
including a worn heap of Catskill stone and pale sky through which a tower
blips red, a semiotic visual for signal oscillations, steady red star
patterned on originals whose shimmer is the frequency with which their
ancient light breaches the shell in which the world pursues its dark half
and the violence of the transit yields steel windows or frames a plane
could not fly through but below, maybe, pinched forward by the pressure
of dense air above the Ohio, and embedded in the prop din ripples
through the elemental media and dead ether a broadcast big yahoo.