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