June 3

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poetry

Flying above the sunset
back rows empty

a common short flight
another Embraer jet probably in our wake

ice crystals in the window
double-paned, triple?

hard to see so hard
to say

a reluctant goodbye:
a begrudging send off

and/or unwilling partee
what to make of hesitancy?

land masses appear below the cloud deck
abstract city

open to interpretation
another stern face unmoved by spectacle

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