American Airlines Flight 256, October 4th, 2015
Terrance sat next to me on my flight from LA to JFK. He works in sheet metal – on airplanes, architectural metals and HVAC. “I’m not working on your cars.” He had the happiness thing down. “I just laugh. I’m in the second half of my life.” He dictated. I wrote it down.
You know all the wildlife at LAX are born deaf.
I learned that at Denver International Airport.
There is so much wild life out there.
And I couldn’t understand
why they wouldn’t relocate them.
They vacuum out the prairie dogs.
Imagine someone coming up and vacuuming
out your family.
I can’t understand.
They leave the rabbits
and the redtailed foxes.
Read a poem by Paul M.