Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Irrational Onsets

August 17th, nineteen seventy-seven,
Flying in a Hughes’ yellow plane…
Seatmates sobbing over the paper,
One woman cried out Elvis’ name.

Sudden hydraulic problems,
While learning all legends die…
I landed safely  in the perfect storm
Yet from then on, afraid to fly.

I had a second leg to go,
But so happy to kiss the ground...
I sought safety in a Hertz Ford Pinto, 
The most dangerous car all around.

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