Great Regulars: Some of you are so accustomed to flying

that you no longer sit by the windows. But I'd guess that at one time you gazed down, after dark, and looked at the lights below you with innocent wonder. This poem by Anne Marie Macari of New Jersey perfectly captures the gauziness of those lights as well as the loneliness that often accompanies travel.

From the Plane

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 211

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