Monday, July 23, 2018



If this plane should crash
Know that I never lived fast,
Concorde supersonic boom.
I wandered a life
From room to empty room
Dropping coins on hardwood floors,
Steady splash-down plinking
Of nickels and dimes
Echoing through empty halls,
Jangling through pockets of time.
Rain lashes your face
But you can still see
If you keep on blinking.
Don’t wipe the water away,
Hands at your sides,
Remain in your seat,
Keep your lap belt buckled
For the turbulence ahead.
Face pressed against
A tiny oval window
Miles above the ground,
I wondered a life.
In the lightning flash
You can see the wings


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