Thank God we didn’t take the elevator,
that night, watching light streak wild
across the Tallahassee sky
cutting power, causing panic,
mild curiosity really.
College students have no scope.
Another disaster, a chance to walk,
gawk, talk about at the party next week
when we realize we have nothing real to say.
Thank God the pilot lived, landed nose down,
yield sign standing in for copilot, Walgreens’
grassy corner lot covered in crumpled metal.
Wings twisted, still attached, did not stay the fall.