Jet Travel
A jet plane roars overhead.
People are in it but they are not talking.
Steadfuly perfecting the abnormal practice of
Ignoring each other.
Sure if there is a baby some are
Pretending to like it,
Others are irritated because
Hysterical crying may begin
The passengers are distant to each other,
Worse, pretending to be alone
Barely passing a drink, and certainly
Unhappy passing the debris back
After the snack.
Jet travel.
Not for me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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