A Bon Voyage

Apparently I chose two times to fly
when planes were full but airports had no crowd.
I saw sufficient folks on whom to spy,
but talk and background music weren’t loud.
The weather had some moisture in the sky
but didn’t block the views with too much cloud.
And in between the flights, while I was gone,
the love was good. I call my voyage bon.

(Ottava Rima)

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