Flight 5J 571

I stared closer to the blinking lights,
by the window of a winged steel;
White blink, white light,
and a red tail.

The world below—
my viewing platform
where once I, a child, dreamed
to be up here.

I imagine that child with eyes
full of wonder, looking
higher up the clouds,
to the stars

Every night, gazing skyward
where adorable sights…
of stars falling,
stars crossing,
stars staying in place.

And a rare blinking star
taking people to places
they have never been.

Carried now by this star,
from places I have been—
my first tenth flight.

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