On an airplane the other day the man sitting next to me
was studying drafts for some sort of air
conditioning system.
There were illustrations.
After take off, the elderly woman
across the aisle from me stretched out her legs,
revealing her socks. They had
cats on them
Near landing we experienced turbulence
(”Sorry folks, we’ve hit a windy patch”).
I looked over and
the woman next to me was crying
the kind of
slow, silent tears that remind you of
things you haven’t done.

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