he traced the airplane line
with his finger
the expulsion from the jet
cutting through
the cloudless sky and he would
lie on his back for hours to do this
in the cool grass
On a trip he was inside a plane
he was going across the ocean
closing his eyes
he recalled what he would
do in the cool grass
When the plane skimmed at
the surface of the briney deep
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