i stand to wave
to the silver darts
that scratch the sky
&
i hope they nattered
&
i hope they nattered
taxiing for take off
about which battered hat
i might pick out
& slap with elan
on my dome today
&
i hope they wish
they were down here
with us relaxing too
bare toes in the long grass
cinnamon rolls
&
strawberry scones
coffee & cannabis & tea
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