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There is a place in my backyard,

 

with open sky between encircling

 

trees, where the stream of passenger

 

jets passes, noses pointed at D. C.,

 

a hundred miles out, right over

 

my house. Each throttles back

 

exactly there to start descent

 

for landing. In permissible weather,

 

they trail constantly, every few minutes,

 

each shuffling hundreds of souls

 

from who knows where to our

 

capitol city. Tens of thousands travel

 

daily to stay in other places,

 

while I remain, watching the flow,

 

wondering why, happy to remain

 

where I feel safe and welcome.

 

Don’t touch my junk.*

 

 

*Credit to the brave man who

 

defied the stupidity of invasion

 

of privacy.

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

great ending. you always have to wonder one day a plane could fall from the sky lol...

 

 

 

victor

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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great ending. you always have to wonder one day a plane could fall from the sky lol...

 

 

 

victor

 

Yeah. lol. No wonder to me; have seen far too many fall from the sky. lol

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