Max Perhaps the dogs are the pilots??
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Sent: 11 August 2010 21:27
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Subject: late snap
Winter night soundtrack
The heating on all night
sounds like cabin noises
in a long night flight.
When you stir what you hear
in your sleep-dulled ear
has transported you
through night sky
under the Milky Way
between Auckland, was it?
and Los Angeles ahead?
or are we flying
the other way?
Will we wake soon
to the stirring of strangers
and the morning duties
of cabin staff,
disorientation and
stale dryness of mouth?
the Date Line crossed once more,
remember? but which way?
No, all night we've flown
from warm bed at home
to warm bed at home.
The stirrings are the two dogs,
arrived from their night beds,
the music is the hall clock
in its tall case counting
four, is it? five?
let it be six and almost dawn.
Max Richards
in winter Melbourne
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