Closer oh the case we carry.
Another moment we shan’t wait.
For if we tarry our time away,
more luggage gets packed in the crate.
Intentions are lost on flight decks where we are
in transit.
Vanishing with open eyes.
Over seas, over mountains, we are
like children, masters of music, peddlers of grand endeavors.
This feather carries much weight.
-Sonja J. Johnston © 19-Dec-2015
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