I'm flying high,
but you remain on the ground,
getting progressively
smaller.
You dance in circles,
and wave your shirt wildly
so I can see you,
but I settle back in my seat,
hit the recline button,
and wait for the attendant
to bring me a chilled
beverage.
It won't be long until you're
two thousand miles away,
where you belong.
....
Leah Mueller is a writer who lives in the rain-drenched woods of western Washington. Her work has appeared recently in Cultured Vultures (as Poem of the Week), Quail Bell, The Rain, Party, and Disaster Society, Bop Dead City, Talking Soup, Writing Raw, and Dirty Chai, as well as two anthologies. She was one of the 2012 winners of Winning Writers' annual Wergle Flomp humor poetry contest, and the winner of a chapbook contest sponsored by Crisis Chronicles Press the same year. Her work will soon be featured by Origins Journal. Leah is hard at work on a new poetry chapbook.
