Wanting To Fly To India
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Jets taking off and landing, taking people all over the
world, yet here I am in a parking lot, broken down, sit-
ting in the burning sun of an Arizona desert afternoon.
Thinking and writing, wanting to fly to India to see won-
derful sights I've been told of by my friend in Calcutta,
dreaming of finding a way to get there.
A lasting wish providing the impetuous to keep me living
yet a while longer, exploring details I've been given and
feeling the thrill of being there, even though I'm not yet.
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