Airplane Ride

August 6, 2015

My head sways,

Eyes refoucusing every second,

as they try to read,

to watch.

My seat rocks and shakes.

A bus perhaps?

Only if it has wings.

and turbines to traverse oceans,

cross mountains,

change times.

While me back cramps and my ears ring,

a new journey is just beyond the horizon.

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rsylvesterAug 6, 2015

<p>Just poped into my head on my first flight abroad to London, England. Where was your fist airplane ride to? Comment below.</p>