Vacation Wings

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,

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.

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