Haiku at 30,000 feet

from the airplane window

Photo: www.photographyblogger.net


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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