The Runway
blonde hair
over long sleeves
of a tie dye t-shirt -
she’s wheeled onto the plane;
cell phones of course; headphones of course;
green-knitting in force; red deck
in four pairs of hands - on floor, someone
will score; and our grandsons
take off with our love, hugs and hearts -
headed home,
speeding down the runway,
as we set a course
back to our empty nest.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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