I see you upwards
looking towward
their whitish gray
billowing underbellies;
moments and minutes
pass between us,
soft streams of air
on which we fly
hither and yon,
aimless floating,
floundering forward
down the rabbit hole;
coarse dark sounds
interact around us...
tall, short, and thin
whisks of enlightenment
connecting us...
protecting us both
unknowingly;
through the window glass
one more time as if
to say goodbyes
17Jan15
to strangers never met,
but adieu anyway.
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