An Airline Seat was Found Floating in a Faraway Ocean
How is it like to resume?
Strobe lights and that's a grand foyer.
Was not water.
Grass and more grass,
and a railroad
elongating reluctantly to some point;
A tornado of railroad.
Some thousand feet from here
was a good patch of a boring residence.
That's an airplane.
Over there, look.
The air from the air conditioner is pervasive,
making it feel calm and appropriate
to take a long-lasting nap in the lounge.
Probably gone fishing.
A sleepy bike leans against the wall,
a ladder, moist,
modest.
Is not a problem.
The bland quality in that
single, weathered power pole is still intact.
It looks up to some magellanic cloud sometimes,
spilled paints, supercell.
A mezzanine would be present,
as regular as a puzzle with picnic theme.
Some thousand feet from here
is a good patch of jumbled railroads.
Strobe lights and that's an oversized wing.
How is it like to resume?
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