Heather Z. Hanna

Rookie (California)

Outworld - Poem by Heather Z. Hanna

No lights below.
No lights above.
One wonders if
We really are going,
From point A to point B,
In an airplane
High and free?

(2.29.8 Travels)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008



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