She was looking
right at it
And never knew
It was his house
From 22,000 feet
The doll-house sized objects below
Blend into a scape of patterns and changes
On the long descent into O'Hare
After her latest business jaunt
Out West
But there he was
Working in his garden
Birds chirping, flowers blooming
He noted the passing plane above
And never knew
It was she, looking right at him
