Haiku at 30,000 feet

from the airplane window

Photo: www.photographyblogger.net

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Sitting in straight rows

we stare at tiny screens

lonely, together

*

She screams so loudly.

It’s been almost ten minutes.

At least she’s with Dad.

*

He covers her up,

a blanket for his lady,

his fifty-year wife.

*

Thirty thousand feet,

two wings, spread across the sky,

and potential friends.

*

My destination?

Wherever this airplane flies.

Up, apparently.

*

Some food would be nice.

I’ve had four bags of pretzels.

Oh, and some peanuts.

*

Why do they like me?

Sprightly lithe and prancing gents

think I’m something else…

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