"Need Anything for Your Trip?"
asks the email from Alaska Airlines.
yes
yes, there is. Could it come quicker?
I've got a ride,
and a place to stay,
but there's too many days
in the way between now,
and when that plane
comes swooping down,
to spirit me up among sun and clouds,
then dip, bring me back
through a morning fog
to rain-kissed earth
in a town, in a woods
by a river so wide
where I walked with my love
one time in the mud of the bank,
giving just as much thanks
as her sweet, dumb dog
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