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!
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“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
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