Claire, (able to climb the stairs)
A note to sustain you
through the long evenings
stretched nowhere you haven't been.
Claire, (bliss-filled, unaware)
A note to forgive you,
tar pits have their logic,
even those wrapped with whirlpools.
Claire, (up the apples & pears)
A note of admonishment.
But don't let it happen again -
falcon claws caught in leather.
--
Things haven't always been
different. Sandpaper sidewalks:
Discordant laughter::
--
Claire, (guerilla warfare, guerre nucleaire)
Sometimes things stay
the same. Traveling for miles
on the tarmac, resting
at the gate.
But even stasis has its place,
jiggling softly among us.
-[m]
how about a postscript: "I hope your plane doesn't crash or isn't taken by terrorists!"
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