I hate airplanes.
I hate them
More than
Anything
I've ever hated.
Except the flight
From Dulles
To Ft. Lauderdale.
I like that.
Especially at night
When it feels like
Stars
Can be caught with
A thin fishing line
Twenty feet away
And eventually you
Go off the mainland
And can't tell where
The water starts
Or
The stars stop.
Then you see a
Sudden line of lights below
And beyond that
An infinity of bright bursts
Of lights
And lamps.
All darkness,
Then suddenly
Light.
I really hate planes.
But not the flight
From Dulles
To Ft. Lauderdale
At night.
I love that.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
I hate airplanes.
I hate them
More than
Anything
I've ever hated.
Except the flight
From Dulles
To Ft. Lauderdale.
I like that.
Especially at night
When it feels like
Stars
Can be caught with
A thin fishing line
Twenty feet away
And eventually you
Go off the mainland
And can't tell where
The water starts
Or
The stars stop.
Then you see a
Sudden line of lights below
And beyond that
An infinity of bright bursts
Of lights
And lamps.
All darkness,
Then suddenly
Light.
I really hate planes.
But not the flight
From Dulles
To Ft. Lauderdale
At night.
I love that.
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