I could just say the arms of the plane-spotter
standing behind the runway’s fence
are the wings of an Airbus A380

or the vertebrae in his spine
are rows of seats on an Ryanair flight
or his lips are wind socks
or his eyes are propellers

but the truth is his nose is
the stretched out point of a Concorde.
It’s moulded with a one-of-a-kindness,
designed for sniffing out adventure.

Carl Burkitt 2026