So low, and
needing space
(I)
hid alone
>in plain site<
taking off
from a mesa
unmissed.
(save by Tattoo)
who had an inkling where to look
(it’s a bird)
for my
err’craft
(cite: it’s a plane)
deplane!
single engine on fire, and
tumbling from blue yonder at
~mock speed~
to that
plain sight.
©Karen Robiscoe
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