
Clouds lean in for
kiss and ride,
our metal basket climbs,
cruises the aisles
in the sky.
I browse playlists
among the cumulus–
crinkly, plastic bags,
the kinda comfort food
for thought the right song
has, to console
letting go
on an overcrowded flight.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Quadrille #153: Out of the Meadow’s Browse: Linda is the host at d’Verse‘s Monday Quadrille. Our task is a 44-word poem that contains the word “browse.”
Happy Memorial Day! Safe travels if like me you are returning home today.






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