the small boy in 21-F lets out a holler   (so the wind knows he`s close, he`s so    close now.)   he cries so hard, there`s not enough air   in the whole damn plane   to feed him.      the list of the things that he`ll cry for tomorrow is long,   but this is a good one.      he looks at me like i`m crazy for keeping my cool   (don`t you know what is happening?    what is happening?)   i think to myself that there are not    enough tears   in this whole damn boy   to last me a minute.      the list of the things that i want him to laugh for tomorrow is long,   but this is a good one.