Very early this morning, long before you finished your dream, I wrote you a poem.

There was no alliteration or meaningful symbolism.

Just two simple words:  Look up.

So I am sitting here at the airport, drinking coffee with strangers, wondering when you will finally notice.

It isn’t easy forming the letter “k” with a skywriter.

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