Flight

Night flights, I huddled in my coat,

watched the lights clink like ice cubes in a drink

down below, sipped soda and refused cheese crackers- too orange-

marked thoughts on paper no one else would ever know,

dreamed of diving off the plane, feeling my breath catch in my chest,

feeling the world swoop by me,

when I was little, long ago.

Ā (This was written for the Sunday Scribblings prompt Flight.)

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