warnings
and venture out
for coffee.
it's a mistake.
within minutes i'm
lifted off
the ground
in a vortex
of swirling wind.
i can hardly
keep my seven dollar
cup
of vanilla latte from spilling.
i look down
at the landscape
below
as i spin around and
around.
i see you
down there hanging
onto your
rooftop,
and try to wave
and call out,
but you don't hear me,
so i dial you up
on the phone.
finally you see me.
we make
lunch plans.
perhaps a hundred miles
from here
i suggest,
if i ever land.
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