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[aid] => mick
[title] => red eye from pittsburgh
[time] => 2003-11-17 19:13:17
[hometext] => i hate flying - but prefer flying at night if i must fly at all.....
[bodytext] => flying at night city lights bright then far away as engines roar leave the ground behind up into darkness mysterious unseen no sense of direction nothing beyond the small black windows the dim cabin lights the soft murmur of travelers everyone a story to tell i close my eyes disguising my boredom as sleep hang out the do not disturb sign i don't want to talk to you i don't know you and i don't want to the bumping and shifting of air disturbing and alarming the solid ground so far below suspended in the darkness the attendant is serving drinks the bottles rattle and speak she makes her way down the aisle i want a blanket, please - i'm cold she brings me a pretty blue one i try to stop shivering sleep sitting next to someone i don't even know he's sleeping too the engines roar and time flies the pilot announces we are twenty minutes out i peer into the darkness looking for anything familiar as we start to descend i see the mall next to the airport and the highway on the right suddenly hopeful that this trip is over the wheels hit the runway with a thud engines strain to stop the forward momentum and we roll to a stop thank you for flying with us yeh, yeh. just let me off. merry [comments] => 3 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 21 [informant] => merry [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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