Where the Jets Take Off
And this will end on the common ground
Where the jets take off.
Champagne blistering in the sun.
Our muscles still hung with heavy worry
Over and around our laughter.
Looking around at each other.
Still waiting for spring.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2008
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