Distant

Distant

Shostakovich
In
My
Ear,
Music
Of
Another
Sphere.
Dark 
Cobalt
Clouds
Loom
To
The
South,
Rain
Somewhere,
But
Not
Here.
Thirty
Thousand
Feet
High
In
A
Cloud
Dappled
Sky,
The
New
York
To
L.A.
Flight
Cruises
By
Seeming
Almost
Near,
Two
Hundred
Plus
Souls
Riding
In
Muffled
Fear
Through
An
Unforgiving
Atmosphere.