From 18F, Window Seat
the plane fusses like a baby
bouncing roughly over the clouds
until she gets her way.
she finds rest
she is lost in her dreams,
to remind us she is alive.
there is a blinding bird's-eye view
with tender clouds that promise to hold me
a wailing child that just wants your car keys
give him your damn car keys
already filled out crossword puzzles
the man with the shiny head that stares
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