never walked into Indiana,
rust reminds me.
the freedom of a pilot,
anti-envious and feeling the ground.
legs mind the sunset,
which I haven't seen yet.
on purpose,
we make 'happy' a verb,
wondering which one of us will die first.
hopefully later decades,
not now, shallow water,
pedestrian access.
nerves never not remind us
what we need
for flight or fights.