march is for travelers, part one.

Two men on Northwest Airlines aircraft, one using typewriter, with female flight attendant in background

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the men in suits laugh loudly,

they speak of quarters, of the year and the purse, and feel as if they belong.

they wear a well-pressed uniform of espresso and leather, reminding them of places and people to go, see, win over. their travelogue a resume of nights away, alone, on task.

surely all this roaming will get them somewhere.

surely there’s a runway worth a landing longer than a layover.

in the paralyzing din of take-off, they close their eyes and see the same silence as every other traveler, feel the force of this day’s trekking pressing against them, and sense for an instant their true selves at ten thousand feet.

it’s only at altitude, at the ding of the glowing cigarette, that they remember their suits and begin again to speak the tedious tongue of their tribe.


  1. Kurt Blumenau says:

    “The Ding of the Glowing Cigarette” (or perhaps just “The Glowing Cigarette”) would be a great name for a travel blog.

  2. “In the paralyzing din of take off, they close their eyes and see the same silence . . .”

    the whole thing is holy smokes nice, but this one line called me back to read it out loud. sounds good. just wanted you to know you got another reader.

  3. Wow Abby, can’t wait for part real for me.


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