November 18.1

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Gray plumes stretch
from the hospital incinerator.

A bald eagle perches
above the floating bridge.

Also facing due South,
but still in final descent, a 747–

Delta, by the chevrons on its tail.
This rare dry air

shows such precise detail;
would that my thoughts were

so clear, or even
clear as your intentions,

but they aren’t,
and especially not to me.

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