Flight 230
Taxies slowly,
down the runway.
You are wanting
are wanting for things,
checking them off
like the lists children
make before
You want things
you can’t have,
for things to be
as they were or
for things to be
different or for
the progression
of cells to reverse
or just maybe
for the laws
of physics to
be repealed.
Even if just
for a day -so
you could open
the airplane
window and
catch a cloud
in a jar for her
like when she
was small and
she sat in the
seat next to you
smiling holding
everything you
could of ever
wanted in the
empty blue
(“blue so the
cloud will feel at
home.”  she tells you)
glass jar
on her lap.


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