
Natsu, Wendy, and Happy from Fairy Tail
A flash of heat
Creating of beads of sweat
And a pallor of near death
Every bump
Combines with every turn
Changing lanes
Feels like a rollercoaster
Memories of food
Ripple through the brain
The most current meals
Driving fear in the gut
Stare out the window
Close your eyes
Both actions come to naught
Beg for the air conditioner
Even though winter rules
The inevitable is coming
And you have no escape
Or paper bags




Well described, Charles. Michael does this every time we get on a plane.
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Planes and I are archenemies. 😜
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Sounds like a channel to your little guy and the morning bus.
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That was the big event of the week, so I figured it deserved a poem.
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Good one too.
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