Earhart Canary

A conundrum when you discover a craft so conflagrant bright that holds no answer as to why there's absence of light

Smoke-stained goggles, earhart canary in the carolina night

And when she lifted off, it reassured my terminal fear of flight

I never expected the slightest of turbulence

Set sail over the skies you mighty baron,

And cast ripples to the west on bended knee

In perfect smokescreen cursive,

I look up to find these words so amorously scrawled along The cloudy shimmer tide: i know you can still hear me,

Even though you're not near me