how very strange
how the nights stretch
when you travel by plane
or how they shrink
to a handful of hours
depending on the direction
of your flight
but you hardly notice
because your thoughts
are set on that conference
or that you are distancing yourself
from Kate
poor thing
and poor you as well
and the view through
the small window with scratched plexiglass
only shows grey wafts of mist
this side of a pitch black sky
so you turn away
and slowly focus
on the mute tv screen
in front of you
playing a classic
in black and white
is it “Casablanca”
with a wet runway
in drizzling rain
at night
- Author: Norman Flagtea ( Offline)
- Published: October 22nd, 2023 16:11
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Well done. Very atmospheric. Great poem.
Thank you, Thomas. Very kind.
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