Where the Noreaster Flies
WHERE THE NOR’EASTER FLIES
what is the weather, dear.
oh my! where we last sailed
the Nor’easter flies.
oh my, i’m blown over
my darling, that’s clear.
forgot you’re docked over there.
i’m inhaling (yes i do)
the counterclockwise winds
that are keeping you.
piloting your plane
without delay
spurring you South.
see the heart-shaped clouds
like tobacco smoke
as i slowly exhale.
sorry, honey,
i’ve tipped your coke
on the clumsy stewardess.
she deserved
a black eye
but all is well
now sit back
and enjoy
as i land this plane.
10/10/2019
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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