Doug Roy, Three Dog Night, Cut Paper
Lost on the Runway
Delta lost the dog
like a suitcase or sunglasses,
days of silence, no one on the line
in Atlanta cages the strays
stared with hopeful eyes
none of them the ones
they said come back later
maybe they would bring her
from the gate, a traveler on a plane
that never arrived, escaped
in a blur of black on tarmac,
into the sky
no how or why, where
she went only that she was gone
like a star when night ends
still there
just gone
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James Croal Jackson