on the wings of an american
airline, uniform on,
starched and sharp,
standing at the curb
at National.
a bag at her heels.
a whimsical smile on
her face.
lipstick and perfume.
trouble like nobody's
business.
she was out
of my league
but i took a few swings.
and made it
around the bases until
i had nothing left to give.
a three day layover
was quite enough.
it was fun being on
her team.
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