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      February 26, 2020When Death TravelsClint Margrave

      No one makes him
      take his shoes off at security
      or asks to see his boarding pass.
       
      There are no bags to check
      because baggage is strictly for the living.
       
      No windows on the plane
      because there’s nothing to see.
       
      No seatbelts because
      there’s nothing to impact.
       
      The flight attendants
      attend to nothing.
       
      And though there are delays,
      there are never any cancellations.
       
      No one greets him at the gate
      or holds a sign with his name.
      No one is happy to see him.

      from #66 - Winter 2019

      Clint Margrave

      “I write poetry because I’m not good at fixing anything.”