Saturday, January 28, 2012


Planes fly low above
The houses reflecting
Sun off iced over wings
Into their eyes into their
Lives some light intrudes
Like interludes of some
Where else where some
One else finally arrives
Discovering a different
World beneath the wheels
Touching down right on
Schedule or not & none
Come out to greet them
It’s just too damn hot
To worry about they’ll be
Airborne soon enough
Drinking white wine with
The stewardess while
Those below shield their
Eyes against the glare
Head back inside turn on
The TV to dream between
Commercials about a new
Refrigerator with an ice
Maker & water spigot
Recessed in the door


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