Dennis Barone

From the Air

Someone says it is but

you think it is not and

that it must be somewhere

else, somewhere to the north

or to the south; yes,

to the south, not the actual

center. Some say the new

but I don't see it. I still

see it the way it was before

this. And I say a few words

then, often as not about the trees

and how we take care to water

them. Who will listen? I say,

picture a cab moving up the street.

I will look -- if today will be my last

day, if today must be my last -- I will

see something: a bird on a branch or

a clock -- the cars, the planes

and a bridge.

© Dennis Barone

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