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Window Seat on a Turbulent Flight

Dry. Flat. Clouds puddling the flat.

Are you the Great Plains? Somewhere east of Phoenix.

Calm but turbulent, manifesting what you hide

Behind nonchalant air. The tremble?

Always there.

Margaret Soltan, April 20, 2024 8:00AM
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