If you could glide in on words
Like a plane on a jet stream,
Maybe you wouldn’t have this
Nagging sense your thoughts are closed
When they should have doors and seats
For passengers—they’re just toys,
Models with no working parts.
You have a notion, paint it,
And set it aside. Later,
It’s just a thing that won’t fly.
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