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14,000 Feet

Submission for Haiku Challenge

By ElsaPublished 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read

Rusted airplane, fly.

My heart begging for the ground.

Up. 14,000.

Tap, tap, “you ready?”

Legs trembling with fear, “I can’t.”

Door open, air, wind

Grasping for the door.

“Too late!” Weightless, like a bird.

Wind gushing, flying.

Cold air up my nose.

Skin flapping, I pull the string.

Up there gliding, free.

nature poetry

About the Creator


Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.

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  • My Name Is Not Cypress2 months ago

    Creative! I enjoyed it!

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