Tuesday, November 17, 2015

PAD 17 Blank is for the birds, Ode to blank

Flight is for the Birds

Especially when
Evil lurks about
and you have to
stand in stocking feet,
put keys, phone, toiletries,
shoes, jacket, laptop, belt
in tubs in seconds,
pass through metal detectors,
and then scramble
to collect all your stuff
and put on your shoes
before the guy behind you
runs you over.
Oh, I wish for wings!

So here’s an ode to you
as you stay home with the duo,
gallantly allowing me to gallivant.
But I wish you could
fly away with  me.

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