Loaders never fly.
The pilots greet them.
While the hostesses
wait for them.
They escape from
soft souls in flowers
and poets.
From monarchs’ speeches
and assemblies.
They want to be thrown
on the bed.
They want to forgive
anyone waiting for them.
Let them leave behind
their families!
Let them wake up
in a different language!
Let them land
faraway!
The aeroplanes
acknowledge these
and hand them over.
To able hands of
dust and sun.
That close the doors
to go out and forget.

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Text & picture© Guillermo G. Schiava D’Albano – ristretto230@gmail.com 
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