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On a cool winter night spent under the stars,
the wind has calmed down some
I lay back and trace distant
satellites across the sky
My mind starts to wander from Oregon
to Fargo and Galveston Bay
We were gone for so long and
only one picture, why?
A jet flies across my satellite trail as
clouds begin to obscure the view
I think why I am here and
how lucky to be
Getting up off the bench, stretching my arms as
the jet flies away to another locale
I know now why I am here
and that is for me
Copyright © Christian Collins | Year Posted 2007
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