It’s Flying Time Again

The real estate is sold. The plague abates.
It feels like time to take on other tasks.
A visit’s overdue – my clan awaits –
and though they’re still requiring the masks
on planes, this week I’ll be selecting dates
to fly, responding to beloved asks.
It’s 18 months since I’ve embraced their forms;
I’ll venture soon to travel through new norms.

(Ottava Rima)

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