502. danny malbec

this seatbelt sign is on.

estimated time of arrival

to postcard clarity

and sunburnt gravity

only a few breaths away.

these nights float by

in glassy blue hues

and sunsets of red wine.

a captive carribbean scene

held up by wide open eyes

and six elilxir strings.

you’ll take your time

find yourself on the last flight

with your bottled up imagery

spilled out at the crossroads

of forty-thousand feet

and nostalgic lucidity.