Pouring Out

(c) Branislav Kropilak

Pouring out
Fragmented lives
From the overhead bin
Of an aeroplane
As it reestablished
A small place in the world
I glanced up at
Fracturing stars
Fighting their way
Through the murky air
The ground was hot
The nation oppressive
All the people
Scorning my open eyes


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