Budget Travel - Sept. 15, 2022

overhead

a jet bullies the wind

cuts and bucks through it

straight lines the sky

one destination

next to the pond

a butterfly rides a breeze

their flight together

ragged zig-zagged

now out of sight

the aircraft arrives

taxis to a gate

time-tired tourists

with drawn faces

shuffle off the plane

lounging in my chair

yellow wings

land on a finger

my blue-eyed surprise

I haven’t gone anywhere

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