Belief is an overturned cart

I made a mistake,
parting my feathers too far:
he’s not a believer; he’d rather mope,
traversing abandoned passenger jets
scooping discarded bags of nuts
sipping spilled soda
instead of watching the skies.
My forecast is an ignored song blown out
the back end of a jet that will never fly.

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