attendant flight

Skating over the veneer of her self-esteem
A stewardess with no plane flying through the air
Scarf fluttering in the breeze
A standing air witch blasting silently and quickly
Through sunsets
In the stratosphere of the world
An upright witch
Hands clasped primly
Smile turned to full
Eyes watering
It gets cold up there
But she’s used to it
She’s cleared for landing
At every airport in the world
Sometimes, she touches down
Slowing
Until with a clattering of high heels
She clacks and sprints to a jog to a stop
And then strolls to the gate
Tucking hair back into place
Grabs a drink
Freshens up
Sleeps
Then walks out to the runway
In the right place
Clearance granted
Before running
To the end of the runway
And leaping up into the sky
Again
A blue domino
With an orange scarf
A flight attendant monolith
Circling the earth
By herself


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