Somewhere over Omaha she said goodbye
clouds jostling shouldering their way
into a gradient blue the pilot’s warm-honey voice
bathing the cabin in reassuring trivia
legs stretched out straddling carry-on bags
wings slicing through a continent’s worth of thin sky
wind ripples nosing the plane southward
where everyday lives unfolded in love and toil and grief
and families ate together or apart and friends toasted
another Friday evening and first kisses were kissed
and hearts were bruised it happened
she said goodbye twilight riding hard upon their tail
without speaking somewhere over Omaha
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: US Library of Congress
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