There’s Fog

There’s dogs

There’s fog
Then, there’s people landing planes at all hours
There’s dogs chasing birds
On runways. And one way those people in those towers
Can plan to, and see to, land planes is
Having the guts to go with the gauges.
They heartfelt dealt with data,
Trusted all they’d seen
On their farforeign and only manmade monitor screen.
As dogs flushed their fog,
Hands hover over those lights
And cover their old bets,
Their usual action.

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My usual thanx to Franco & Amanda