From An Airplane

From an airplane

The clouds

Are a soft

Blanket,

Tucked up

Over the Earth's crust -

Keeping it cozy

and warm -

Even in winter.

From an airplane

The rainbow sheen

On the sea

Is a patch

On the ocean's

Dark Wal-Mart jeans -

Bringing life

To what's otherwise

Uninteresting.

From an airplane

The cities

(quotidianly)

Are just toys

Left by children on

Christmas morning

That could not

Compete with

The Next Greatest Thing.

Back on Earth

I'm a speck

On a sad rock

In a terminal sea

Under the

Never ending

White expanse

Of The Greenhouse -

Sweating,

In February.

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