I had to cheat to find this one:Low-flying airplane.Four nervous friends glance upward:This time no bombs fall.
Box, circle, and box,Amid the shrinking houses,Says my tribe was here.(My flying ritual is to look for soccer fields as we climb away from the airport and as we come in for a landing. I almost blogged about it earlier this week.)
Lavatory door:It says you're occupadobut I gotta go!
We:you found a treasureThree lines of strong visualsI got the shivers.deadspot:lovely and wistfulIt sounds like a good storyI can read your mindSome guy:ha! That was funnyyou have your finger on thepulse of travellersCormac: thanks!
Skylers dad, that first comment above is for you.
I used to wear BrutMom bought me some for ChristmasBack when I was ten