The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for August 2012
a stop in
each time zone
on a
long flight
however
that
works
full of
dread
out of
predictions
unable to
empty
the
rattle-pan
un-
willing
to stop
working it
[like a
prospector
hoping
for
another flake]
the bones
get
thrown
again
at something
at the wall
the plane will
land
again
and take off
again jumping
waiting
for
eventual
events
and
all
the dust to
settle