BELOW OUR FOKKER 100 poem
By Richard L. Provencher
Sat, 03 Oct 2009
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Below Our Fokker 100
aircraft, traffic lights crawl across
the landscape of our
imagination. From here we see
stars of civilization, power
moguls planning their next moves, a
high-rise here, concrete four
lane there. Such small incidents
in the humanity of life.
A thimble of activity in our worldly
adventures. Life is much more
than a stack of greenbacks or
a muscle car, even a 5-bedroom
penthouse. It’s love.
© 2004 Richard L. Provencher
first published Online Jan 2005
Betterkarma.com contest winner
Alexandria, VA
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