As a child, I chased geese. Madly flapping arms, jumping frantically, desperately wishing, imagining lift. To brush wispy clouds with finger tips, tickling lightly the rays of the sun, beholding the great patchwork quilt spread before me. I’ve never been on an aeroplane.
In my dreams, I’ve seen fog creeping over the Golden Gate Bridge, melting earth and sky together in its embrace. I’ve gawked at the expanse of New York, perched upon the Empire State Building bathed in rose gold light. I love hot air balloons, vibrant colored toffees in a bowl of blue. Maybe someday. I flew today. I really got to fly. Hey, there’s the Marathon, and Taste-freeze. Guiseppe’s Pizza? Yes, please! One large pepperoni, sausage, green pepper, and onion to go, thank you very much! The world whirled around me then its axle got caught in molasses. Why so still? Go on man, you’ve got the right of way. The light blinked. Cars screamed, origami folding upon themselves, lacerations and buckle bruises, my boots peek under a car. Flying out of time, plummeting down to Earth. I didn’t stick the landing. Comments are closed.
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