Poem of the Week–Dolislager

To Chicago and Beyond

Late, late, late . . .
pilots and crew.
Seats on plane half-filled.
Blinds pulled at all the windows.
An ominous sign??

Seat is cramped.
No leg room.
We move across the aisle and spread out.
Finally–room–an extra seat between us.
Surely a good sign.

Plane takes off into the sunrise
roaring over the Intracoastal and Mar-A-Lago.
Did we wake up “the Donald” at 7 AM?
Now if only they have some good coffee.
The day is starting to look better!

Phyllis Dolislager
Boca Raton Branch, FL

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