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Air Traffic Control Has Never Heard of John Denver

By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Courtesy: Creative Commons
The busiest airport on the continent –
air traffic control has never heard of John Denver,
I can hardly blame them, the job takes extreme focus;
did he lose his luggage? some caffeine-wired Pixie cut 
tries to be helpful.  He lost a lot more than that, I say.
YOU AGAIN? the shift supervisor walks in with his 
three cream, four sugar Tasmanian Devil mug
and I tell him he would make a great sumo wrestler 
with such a low center of gravity, but the Flat Earthers 
aren’t having it so the muscle is called in, in a sudden fit of protein 
to push me down those metal exterior stairs 
that lead back to baggage claim and all those husky four-legged 
drug sniffers that work their way up your leg while 
the 10:45 out of Dulles disembarks.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Borderless Journal, GloMag, Red Fez, and Lothlorien Poetry Journal.

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