Anyone might feel the same way as the land
leaves and the air clogs around you
like the subway walls which will
ingest the nonno with the open fly
nagging in the aisle, ID snatched away,

tan stripped off, sleep lost, words ignored, and
heart extracted. The whitening view
exposed as the ground drops from the wheels
gains clarity later when you drop off lying
against the plastic which, now in your way,

mists when you lean to watch, and you will,
everything you had, like you now, fly away.

rd -- Copyright 1990 Ray Davis