Flight from Saint John to Montreal

I am way up tall.
That is what my daughter
would say if she were here.
Tickle tickle clouds.
There is a body of water
that looks like a jigsaw puzzle piece.
Can you see it, too?
I am missing my two puzzle pieces.
These pretzels taste of salt & loneliness.
This Gingerale of longing & bubbles.
I stretch the word 'longing'
in my head like Play-Doh.
The recycled cabin air suddenly
smells of rainbow
& I am happy again.
The end.

August 19, 2012

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