NaPoWriMo 2022 // day 19
how many poems
have been written
about flying?
too many, probably.
so what’s
one more?
if i had the right kind
of wings
—not broken
or clipped
or of thinning feathers—
i’d take a trip.
a long, soaring,
leisurely
journey.
a stroll through the atmosphere,
you could say.
i’d tour the clouds
and pub-crawl
through sunbeams
and buy a season pass
on rainbows.
i’d have the views without vrbo
and a literal airbnb.
i might even sleep in
a treehouse.