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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