it comes naturally , the takeoff, the landing,
as birds once, before they were imitated,
behind it, as life too,
takes off, lands
as the plane almost burned, it’s engine,
and amidst the hurricane, could not rise above the storm
since then,
behind it too,
as life takes off.
every time it takes off a transition, don’t get me wrong,
not erica jung type,
but always, ready for the unexpected, a joy to behold, with gloomy terrors hidden,
understand the within, and then you will,
know,
why sometime,
on the budget for beer, have to extend champagne beer, and fly,
with the fear of a canceled reservation.
soul travel if you believe in it, and worry about the rent on the rebound,
waste away again, shirk all responsibility,
school again come early september.
her doe eyes frantically,
with many lovely faces,
as if, it mattered, …again.
please ya,
as if was nothing
coffee
with half and half.
re-past: the lonely traveler