Too Late
Out the train window
I saw a plane about to crash.
I didn't look back.
It was a sight I wasn't meant to see.
If I am, I am led to it.
Left standing there,
thumped between the shoulders.
Still, it got me thinking.
That plane a parable in the sky?
Off-course, then found
-- too late,
its nose an inch from the ground.
I would like to avoid
the human parallel.
mary winters