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AIRPORT MORNING
I do not ponder
A wild blue yonder
Or charge a gate
To hear loud engines whine
Nor do I chance
To see it dance
The sun off silver wings
Of magic metal birds
I take a chance
To steal a glance
This lonely dawn
To dwell upon
Two gentle souls
In last embrace
Me too!! When I went to Idaho year before last, the only thing that caught my eye in the boarding area was the face of the girl being left in Atlanta. If I could paint that kind of anguish, I could be rich. It's still in my mind. Good work here.
Jessica