Dexsta Ray Jr.
A Night In The Andes - Poem by Dexsta Ray Jr.
I would just extract the bags
From the trunk
She asked her dad to plant the wagon at the pad
In the front... after that...
Advanced to catch the craft then anon
Had the staff to grab the bags to pass them back as it's done
The travel begun...
Passengers get strapped into seats
The masks are manufactured for the havoc that we could meet
I catch the captain's vapid ramblings
Drab in communiqué
The staff was passing clasping snacks
They actually handed to me
And we were famished... believe!
We hadn't eaten since the
This flight is more than average weekend
It's to fight a war
Should I ignore the lacking needy? Not on my accord
I'm aboard the next thereafter... leaving
So, I'm flying... soaring through the
But they said the overcast was harmless
So we didn't really take it to heart
As I'm looking out the window
It's amazing... the art
Clouds formed a downy nimbo... we're adjacent
Impart... looking darker up ahead though
Lady wasn't worried
Music had her in a world of her own
I'm not the type to stress or
But I always had to be observant
You never know what blow this globe's going to throw
So, the captain told us passenger to
Stay in our seats...
We don't know just what was happening
Changes in speed, feet, and even attitudes
Faces of grief... eke they had the masks
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