B singular-- (background music for poem: begin with Horse With No Name by America , the La La parts, then hit shuffle.) Glorious thrusters hiss through thin air as a red-faced tot behind, kicks a tizzy-fit on a maiden economy power trip. Shuttling at capacity, crawling and conducted, destinations controlled. It’s palpable one, or many, needs a shower trip. Even keeled, chugging towards the horizon, never acquired, bundled bald and blue-haired directed activities every hour, trip. Serving number thirty two, I’m one hundred and one in the que, a din like gregarious locusts, swarm-in-from-out-of-towners trip. Looking left, then right. Diana, que of one, in a mod tin Lizzy beast, chewing breezy byways, destination unknown horsepower trip . * Ghazal poetry defined.