Thursday, May 26, 2011

Haiku: On a Plane - I

The clouds from above
have the structure of mountains
breaching a still lake.

I prefer silence,
public spaces crowd my thoughts.
My seat is too small.

A mist of vapor,
we are pointless as a cloud
except less buoyant.

In an airtight can,
A swarm of wet molecules,
I blaze through the sky.

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