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Last Monday evening
on a platform in Brooklyn,
I waited for the train to
bring me home to Queens.
I looked up for airplanes,
for the lines they
make in the sky.
Sometimes.
Two birds flew…
towards the direction
I would have flown
if
I had wings. Dark feathers
flap against clear blue
skies. I watched. One
behind the other, always.
And to the side
sometimes, directly behind sometimes, a little closer
sometimes, a little further sometimes.
And never next to each other.
They left
no mark in the sky.
—
Jane
This is lovely. Thank you!
And thank you too!