The thing about planes
Is they’re too jet-jet fast;
It’s translation,
Transportation,
Missing miles
Between passport heartbeats.
No time
Between departures
And destinations.
Blink once, twice;
It’s done, and
There’s no going back.
It’s gone,
People left
Far apart:
No second chance,
No next glance,
No going back.
And, hey, did I tell you
The thing about planes …?
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