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Apr 2017
The sky today
is bluer than usual;
I wonder if that means anything
                                   (a mental note to look it up kater)
The plane
passing overhead
looks so clear
                    -details crisp, easily interpreted
              how low is it flying?
I feel quite certain
that if I were to reach up,
it would fly circles between my open fingers,
a curious bumble-bee looking for his cargo.

I am sure
I could pluck it
right out of the sky;
a life-like model
in a giant's hand.
Juniper-Mae Gittens
Written by
Juniper-Mae Gittens  West Coast of B.C.
(West Coast of B.C.)   
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