team flying

"kick dust!" he urged, and I did what I could
to mark the wind where Tom proposed to land
his shadow dwindled from me as I stood
in bitterness, and sage and burning sand
one hundred miles to Janie's Ranch from Walt's
395 inspires a pilot's dreams
beside the shriveled river in its fault
seductively, the century mark gleams
 the heated air breaks free and roars aloft
to carry pilots back into the sky
when someone on the ground touches it off
his club mates get to claim it and get high
each valley crossing takes a bit of luck
but Tom just never seems to give a fuck