I am thinking of you tonight, Amelia Earhart
Because, frankly, so many of us can’t stop thinking about you
And I know you’re out there, somewhere,
You continue to tease us with
Pictures of your shy smile
Your pure countenance and
Little bits of your aircraft left behind
In the Pacific
Cosmetic bottles and cases
“Typical of the 1930’s” as careful reports say.
Come on! Come out!
Walk around any corner of any city in the U.S.A.
And I’ll have a news crew there to record your arrival.
Come back to us, First Lady of the Air.
We need you.