Sunday, August 25, 2013

Docking at the Airport.

She got up,
And left.

If the ship wasn't docking,
She'd fly instead.

And so,
Her shadow scurried in tandem with her coattails.

She arrived at the Airport;
The plane had just touched down.

And she smiled
As the doors parted.

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