At the site of the crash

I found myself at the scene of a plane crash.

A cemetery of wreckage and debris.

Empty plane, empty seats, empty cars–

Empty everything.

And I stood there, feeling almost nothing at all–except quiet.

And it was so quiet.

And I wondered where the passengers had gone, if that boy would ever come back for his bicycle.

But it was all a dream, though a dream I could touch and feel;

The wonder Steven Spielberg designed all for the reel.

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