They are twin ideas in one place
you are not in reality they said
again and I despaired but not today
I could have walked around aimless
in the desert not the airport
but there is the strange Northwest goal
its flicker forever happy light
because the poetry of it has settled in
always home on the road to find it
in the season of catch and release
I learned this waiting for the yellow light
to change and it did but I think of the green.
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