Rain Plane Huitain

Communication problems slowed me down.
I tried complying, but I failed to get
the TSA instructions— did he frown
behind his mask? But even so, he let
me pass (Express), and then I didn’t set
computer gear apart. But here’s the plane.
I’m old and not completely stymied yet,
and now I see my aircraft in the rain.

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