Letter to the Wind

I don’t remember
anything, only you
crossing the threshold
looking for the radio
three notes playing
rapidly, over and over

“The sound is…”
you said, flustered
A plane crossed
another’s chemtrail
We could hear
the captain, radioing
“Do-re-mi,” quietly,
while passengers
screamed into cushions

I looked up, you had
a gate, or
a ladder, the dog
was on the ceiling
You said, “Next time”

The police rang
I gave them my card
You put on your coat
and escorted them
to their cars

While shots rang
over the field
a pilot was doing
panicked circles
over the heads of sheep
or a bored dog
sniffing its leg
on the roof

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