Traveler

Standing on the

platform at wing

listening to Leonard

Cohen and Old Crow’s

Crazy Eyes.

 

The sun rises

through a small hole

Clouds the forever

land sky scape.

 

my shoes no

longer fit

My blood is full

of wine.

O pilot please just

get us through

this hole of light

on time.

 

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