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Last night when

the airliner

climbed into the sky

I saw the Ferris

wheel

by the ocean

And I knew it to be

the beach,

where we walked along

the sea

Later, further inland

I saw

a vast darkness

below

And I knew it to be

that desert,

full of strange trees

and cacti

The desert willows

blooming

with magenta flowers,

witness

to our passion

And I heard the echo

of haunted hills

and winds howling over

cold

desert boulders

And our friend, the wild

coyote

howling by a dusty road

eating

our pemmican

Howling up at my

jetliner,

like the moon talks

to a dog

And it was a long

sad howling,

like the chanson

of a

heartsick

medieval trouvère

full of strange rugged notes

and pathos

because I was flying away

to England,

as you, were flying away

to France

And our love disappeared

in

the dark below,

and his notes

no

longer

reached me,

as he lowered his tail

and dragged

himself

among the rocks

to sleep

lamenting, lamenting, lamenting

that

he could no longer find our scent

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