war takes a vacation--
a flight out of LAX to Chicago
and back to LA, and that's it--
no delays and no hurry--
war takes a ten hour break
in first class first, and then business--
doesn't eat, doesn't drink
and does not sleep, noting only
that the flight attendant's eyes
are immaculately adequate--
that the clouds are watchtowers of stars--
that any hold upon truth is temporary
or less-- war takes a vacation
to flyover death
at work in the garden
of love's backyard.