Tickets

I booked an airplane trip. In 40 days
I’ll fly to visit family I love.
For 18 months we’ve only had displays
on FaceTime, but I needed quite a shove
to pick the flight. We’re opening all ways
right now. So in a month I’ll rise above
home base. I used the credits from last year
to fly first-class and modulate my fear.

(Ottava Rima)

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