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Saxophonist
Writer
Rocket Scientist
One of these is a lie

Message to Readers

This is a poem about a career. What career do you think I’m referencing?

Limits

November 20, 2018

FREE WRITING

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I work in a glass cubicle,
Watching the world go by.
I've been everywhere,
On Sunset Boulevard, 
Watching the Eiffel Tower light up.
I am in new places all the time,
Meeting new people.

It is my job
To keep you safe,
And to keep your seatbelt buckled
As you travel to places you'd only dream of.
The pictures are incredible.

My favorite is the night.
The closer you get, 
The more stars you can count.
It makes our world look so small,
And our sky so big and beautiful.

What have I,
A tiny speck of dust on the universal spectrum,
Done to deserve a view like this?

Come with me.
My world is better seen rather than heard.
Many have already seen it, 
But they, like me, 
Just can't get their fill.

Take it from me.
I've been just about everywhere.
I've seen just about everything.
And I know firsthand,
That our world is a world without limits.


 

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1 Comment
  • Ruthh

    THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OH GOSH


    11 months ago