Perspective
Looking down through small window
Model landscape drifts by
Toy cars scooting along
Ant farm roads
Just sitting there comfy
With drink in hand
Peering down
The model too small for any sign of people
Looking up from a walk
The deep blue sky canvases
With soaring white sea gulls
And one, quicker than the rest
A roaring gull
Shooting through the flock
Banking with a reflected sparkle
And rushing off towards the horizon.
From there
The world is a peopleless model
From here
The plane mistaken for a gull
And from higher still
A blue and white ball
Backed by blackness
With neither plane, car, walker or gull meaning anything
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