I wouldn’t get caught dead in Dubai, so probably then in the end
the tallest building I’ll ever have visited in my lifetime is the Shanghai Tower.
I went there last year, and two years before, both times to feel that momentary rush to the 128-story top,
take a 360-degree survey to spot any changes in the old neighborhood,
and maybe I go to know how much I’ve grown.
It’s become my most recent pencil marking of years standing against a measuring wall.
All that’s behind me now in this year — pray not years — of the pandemic.
So I won’t discover if I’ve grown any over this last year.
I’ll miss that trip.
In the lightning journey upward I can almost believe
I’d bump into Marty Milner and Vera Miles.
I swear you fly up so fast you seem to leave your earthly essence behind,
only your spirit soaring toward heaven,
your body having turned finally to air.
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Aloha #WriterWednesday, I hope you’re having a good week. Today’s #WritingPrompt was
travel
Use it to inspire a piece of writing and then post that piece somewhere where I can see it. I would love to read it if you’d care to share : )
