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At 15,000 feet I get reflective.

There’s a wildfire outside my cabin window

Should I tell the captain?

The stewardess just said my seat can be used as a flotation device.

I wonder what it would like

to float on the Mississippi River

with my seat as my savior.

The Indian woman peels a Clementine to eat with her curry.

She’s watching a video on care of exotic birds

and I can’t help but think she’s a stereotype

and wonder if she knows it as well.

Outside the winding snakes of progress weave stitches through flatlands.

                                                                  If I fell

                                                                       would you catch me?