poem #2
ode to an airplane pilot
I have drank from the wine glass of life
even during commercial breaks in a house with moss and spiders on the roof
the antennae... bent over in despair from a recent hailstorm
a storm that was mighty from the south and east
A CROW CAWS IN THE DISTANCE... far away
I have eaten some macaroni and cheese from a tupperware container of life
.. it was microwavable
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