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Sometimes I feel like a DC-3,
intent upon a trans-Atlantic flight,
touched down, most disconcertingly,
on wind-swept Ganderland
to have its engine tweaked –
Only to find
wild poppies dancing in a sea of green,
wafting their scent
across these idle wings.
--a gift from Alice Clagett. June 2003
on the way to Lake Isabella, California
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