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Business

The plane was roaring, smelling badly
It began to drive
So quickly that it lifted up
First just the front, then all of it
He sits there
Right and left of him are empty
Seats
The cart of the young stewardess
Rolls next to him every forty seconds
The kids, alone with the ex-wife,
The dog at the vet’s
How will the business trip work out
And when is Granny’s birthday?
Constant moaning, motor roaming
Blur the many thoughts
Through light and time the airplane moves
Away from all familiar
All is new when wheels meet ground
But the thoughts
Have still not gone
The bags with all belongings
Were lost in light, time and clouds




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