There are times

when I’m making something of the clouds

with my imagination

that a jet stream comes along, intruding.


Then my mind takes a turn

and I enter the airplane flying by

trying to see the folks all jammed in

and wondering what their destinations are.


But within the time I’ve got it figured out

the stream in the sky has vanished

and I’m left with what I’ve had before.


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