Monday, April 17, 2006

NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 17th AM

Two Airplanes Ago

Two airplanes ago
I was in San Antonio,
and I said goodbye
to my sister
and to my home.

Now, two airplanes
later, I am home again;
all those silver airplanes
connect my homes,

and I don't feel sad
when I'm here, and
I don't feel sad
when I'm there,
but in between the two
it's terrifying!

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

“Those Flying Machines are Your Soul’s Sleek Shoes”

Don’t forget at
Your apartment door

Easter over, you never split
Your life

You just lived
Two separate halves

Of two separate lives
Like a candle passes a flame

Then snuffs itself
And waits.


-- Gora

5:17 PM  

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