mechanics
in and out
simplicity -
exhaust of inefficiency-
n a dirty dirty
plane burning cheap fuel
moving us fearlessly over
dusty humid plains.
the apples are just starting
to grow back home
n where we're going
subtleties are
still mystery.
those letters we'll write'll
travel back on
dirtier planes
with the same cheap fuel
n hopes to serve to bridge.
n hopes
i've started thinking about writing poetry again. and maybe doing it a little.
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