The first class flight attendant
(She corrected me when I called her stewardess)
tends to the every need
of the man in front of me
Flying into the Sun
East
Illy sleeps with her head
on my shoulder
I scribble in this book
and try to flesh out
more
of a story I am writing
Across the aisle Danny laughs
at a magazine article and points a picture out to Tom
I look out a reinforced window
at a land of clouds and blue sky
the domain of birds
If only we could sprout wings
I think
If only we could fly
The flight attendant brings me
a martini with two olives
I kiss Illy's forehead
she sighs and nestles her head deeper
into the crook of my neck
A new future before me now
new plans
opportunity knocking at my door
rap rap rap
time to answer the call
Philadelphia I'm coming home
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