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Flight Patterns

A feature film on turn-of-the-century condiments snaps
to attention. It gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Of course, on-site training could address
just that sort of thing as well as a medley of uncharted hits
turntabled against one another by ruthless record producers
greedy for obstinate layovers.
A standby passenger rings in with an answer
for the prevailing winds.
Too late, though. The ferry has already left the building.
Schoolchildren mill around, trying to glimpse
this week's superhero carefully arranging himself (herself?)
with awe-inspiring pulchritude.
The frequent flyers return, and begin circling
above the town meeting, hoping for their fifteen minutes.
We feel contemptuous, but there is nothing in the rule book
to dissuade us from picking up the candy wrappers
strewn unceremoniously on the flats
surrounding Kill Devil Hill, 100 years ago to the day.