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we're gliding through the clouds
we're enjoying the in flight movie
we're talking to our fellow passengers
all is good at twenty five thousand feet
we're all comfortable in our seats
the pilot makes an announcement on the intercom
he alerts us that the flight is going to experience turbulence
the air hostesses reassure everyone
that the pilot has been on many a turbulent run
suddenly the plane drops down some several hundred feet
a fair bit of buffeting is happening
passengers hold on tight to sides of their chairs
a tad of wind shear is in the air
some start praying for the turbulence to subside
as they aren't having a stereo-typical smooth ride
the plane lurches and dips
in a pocket of thick air
it is rather disconcerting
dropping and flopping so high in the air
some ten minutes later the pilot again speaks
saying that the turbulence
is at end
so when next you're on a jet plane
don't forget
fasten your seat belts it's going to be a bumpy ride
Does it ever occur to you
That your face appears in
My thoughts and dreams
And everything in between?

Or should I assume
That like my silly humor,
You just think of me like a joke
And nothing more?

Do you believe in us,
Or is the thought so absurd
That it would only pop up
In your head as sarcastic nonsense?

Could it really be only me
That feels these feelings,
Or are you hiding them
Like an elementary school boy does?

Am I only wasting my time
Wistfully dreaming about you-
Or are you
Secretly dreaming of me too?
Is poverty contagious?
Is it just like a disease?
If not, can someone tell me why
the poor are treated worse than fleas?

They don't look any different
They look like us, they don't look strange
But, why when people see them
Do they act like they have mange?

I don't understand perceptions
Of people and the poor
They only ask for fairness
They do not ask for any more

They live and work among us
We are closer than you think
The way people act around them
It's enough to drive a man to drink

Pride, love and commitment
These are things they have to give
The only difference there between us
Is they need a clean, safe place to live

I know people make decisions
On what others see and do
But, perception of the homeless
Can only change with you...
 Apr 2013 Austin Mosher
Laura
Has she taken the road less traveled, or
the road never paved?
Is she just used,
or is she useless? Can she be sure
of what lies ahead?
Is she even supposed to know?
Is she even even?
Nothing is definite, everything is
chaos.
Relentless.
a lone piper stood
on a craggy hill playing
a doleful lament
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