~ A PERFECT VISION WITH NO HOPE ~
william pauley III
As the airplane was spinning,
speeding to the earth,
I heard a sound.
My son came to me
and muttered something
before disappearing completely:
“How?”
I thought about the word,
how powerful it was–
enough to be a complete sentence.
I started to answer,
but he was safe in bed
and dreaming all of this.
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