123 School Work

Sharks with lasers

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  I was standing at the corner of Main Street
  when the plane came in too low, droning
  past the office towers and rattling its hinges
  as it searched for a paved strip among the fields
  where it might fold itself through the tiers
  of atmosphere until the odds became one-to-one.
  Some people thought a crash was coming
  and still do. Others said Aristotle was wrong
  and art doesn't imitate nature because
  art stops the plane before we can tell
  and hangs the cotton in the air that sought
  the peace of landing. When I reached home,
  there was one white egg out of its carton
  sitting next to a glass of milk and an orange.
  Through the window of our antiquated house,
  the neighborhood shook a little, not wavering
  in its resolution but distorted by the aged glass.
  
  I was standing at the corner of Main Street
  when the plane came in too low, droning
  past the office towers and rattling its hinges
  as it searched for a paved strip among the fields
  where it might fold itself through the tiers
  of atmosphere until the odds became one-to-one.
  Some people thought a crash was coming
  and still do. Others said Aristotle was wrong
  and art doesn't imitate nature because
  art stops the plane before we can tell
  and hangs the cotton in the air that sought
  the peace of landing. When I reached home,
  there was one white egg out of its carton
  sitting next to a glass of milk and an orange.
  Through the window of our antiquated house,
  the neighborhood shook a little, not wavering
  in its resolution but distorted by the aged glass...