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Notes from an Airplane

My soul is a vagrant
It wanders around in time
Like pollen and like leaves
Caught in the wake of life

I find meaning in this chaos


In the little moments in time that I get,  
I open my windows to a world in which I know you live.

I hope I see you on the other side

A butterfly sat on the wings of an airplane
As it taxied into an airport
One carried me in
The other,  my dreams.
Birds of a feather
Unknown to each other

Airplane windows are modern day apartments.
The one who is inside wants to be outside
And the ones who are outside
They don't like being there


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