35 Words at 35,000 Feet

Wings trembling over the shimmering filigree coverlet –

a maiden’s bed, empty in morning sunlight.

Gravity, a weak force, leaves us alone.

We are falling. We are flying. No,

not really flying, or even falling.  Floating.

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