Moving across the field eyes
Down, looking for FOD, I
Found a pair of glasses and
Tried them on. This wasn’t
What I wanted – having skill
But no desire. I looked back
At the building where
The planes were built.
I had arranged my classes
To emphasize literature
Yet here I was, marching
Onward, looking down.
Stretching and waving
My arms. No one
Would fly ‘till the
Design was verified.
My own intentions
Remained eluded.
I pocketed the glasses
And performed
An about face.
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