Autopilot

In my house of detention
I see a field through the mirror

Out there a smiling dog

Chases a stick. Jumps up above the
Thick

Than disappears

A dog who smiled
Ear to ear
His jumps timed to my song
Though he can’t hear

“If you always look out the window, you’ll never go anywhere”
-first grade teacher

So I fly a plane

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