Dusk Flight

October 02, 1995|By Charles A. Wunder

Quilted landscape, lost rivers

Searching for home.

Clustered lights, lonely farms

Guarding the mute space.

Headlights, like a blindman's cane

Probing country roads.

A metal god, above it all, slippery slicing

The folds of darkness.

Cocooned within a cocoon.

Walled out world, closed in self.

Peanuts and coffee.

Jostled arms, cramped legs.

Leather creaking, papers shuffling

Diodes dancing in the gloom.

Meetings met, reports, reports

Rushing -- while below there's life.

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