REMAINING IN PLACE
He passes an airport, but there
is no sound; just the clack of the
roadway as the tires go round.
Something so lonely about all
of this. I look for the skies to
being me some bliss, but only
the cut of a plane taking off;
skimming through air like
desire. The radio man says
something about wind and
snow soon - not my concern
here in my cocoon. If I were
this man, I too would be
unconcerned - with nothing
amiss to be learned. Going
from Scranton to where? Do
not these skies really lead
everywhere, so why the bother,
about travel and space? We
expel all this energy while
remaining in place?
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