The old hands of the man
Sitting next to me on the plane
The thick fingers and taut frame
Of a farmer used to pulling
Udders and steering tractors
Hither and yon now playing
Puzzles intently on his I-phone
And on my right the baby face
Of a college student majoring in
The photography side of economics
He proudly says and stares at me
Cheerfully on his way to Jackson
Hole Wyoming also on his phone
Scrolling and scrolling skiing up and down
And me in the middle reading myths
And medieval tales and ruins
We three fearless flyers
Bound for the unknown
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