I met beauty

 

I was on a plane
looking down at
the snakes and ladders
of upper New York State,
the sun leveled
at my cataract coated eyes
lost in the little matters.

 

In the aisle seat
next to me,
a little girl
leaned over and said,
“It’s not so dangerous
sitting here.”

 

God, I’d never noticed that before.

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