July 21, 2005
[No. 158; 31 May 2001, en route to Salt Lake City]
Are those devils or dervishes dancing on my wingtips? I can't deny a certain... Beauty... To it all; Grace is not found in riveted Planes of steel— Even the birds register disaproval, But perhaps its in a lonely red dot Awash amidst gray and white, Or maybe, yes, certainly In the majesty of suspension while Earth rolls 'round and 'round.