‘She’s away and westward bound Far above the clouds she’ll fly Where the mornin’ rain don’t fall And the sun always shines..’ – Gordon Lightfoot, Early Morning Rain Poems, songs about planes usually come in varietal shades of gone poets and lyricists see escape oh,…

Atlanta, London, Greece and back To London, Boston, ATL Then, thanks to my friend, C. Black, We flew to LAX, as well In all the lands I’ve ever been, There’s never been a man like you My birthday-neighbor-lovely-djinn Unnerving friend; respectful, true Serendipities may mark…

Why take an airplane I would rather take the train Or drive in my car   I would rather fly off the rails, then free fall from High up in the sky