August: Spenserian Stanza #4 - "When We're in Flight"

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Behold the floating wisps of clouds in sight,

Encased with fragile light from morning's yawn

While seated in a chair at extreme heights

And waiting for vacation's friendly dawn

However, from annoyance you are not gone,

For coughing neighbors break your paradise

A churning stomach caused by too much prawns

Would prove as a decision not too wise

Eat light and keep a patient mind would be my advice.


This is my last poem for the month! :) As a side note, I'm embarking on a plane later today. 

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