There’s fog.

Then, there’s people landing planes at all hours.

There’s dogs chasing birds

on runways.  And one way those people in those towers

can plan to, and see to, land planes is

the guts to go with the guages.

They heartfelt dealt with data,

Trusted all they’d seen

on their farforeign & onlyman made monitor screen.

As dogs flushed their fog,

hands hover over lights

and cover their old bets,

their usual action.