Air Buddies


The first's a man
A prayerful one
Filling me with contempt and command
With bright darkness, we ended our sojourn.

The second was behind
I can not remember a lot
Other than he was Tanzanian
And not completely as I thought.

The third was sad
Wasted money wasted time wasted smile
"Things like this make us a man"
Words ettled at hope, precise and not, with each try.

The last, a bit like the first
Perhaps he was not?
My uncertainties, painfully, he laid to rest
In consolation, my journey was done.

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