“No handshakes. No goodbyes. But
separated in the crowd, and each with a little wave,”
Lloyd Schwartz, In Flight
“Strange black and princely pirates of the skies,
Would that your wind-tossed travels I could know!
Would that my soul could see, and, seeing, rise
To unrestricted life where ebb and flow
Of Nature’s pulse would constitute a wider life below!
Could I but live just here in Freedom’s arms,
A kingly life without a sovereign’s care!”
Emily Pauline Johnson, The Flight of the Crows
