Fly Into the Sun

Mid-Pacific

Location unknown

Fred out cold

Passed out in the back

And down below, waves

I'm climbing into the cockpit

Smiling for the photographers

"Hey! Lady Lindy!"

I don't even have my own name

I'm going to fly into the sun

Drop down through the air into the sea

Full fathom five thy father lies

Those are pearls that were his eyes

Where did I get this obsession to hurl myself against the sky?

And Allen Ginsberg singing

"America, why are your libraries full of tears?"

What's that sound?

Everybody knows what's going down

America

This is pilot Amelia Earhart

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