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FLIGHT

Next morning
I was flying from Addis Ababa to Nairobi,
finished my last glass of beer
and walked to my hotel.

A piece of golden cloud
followed me all the way to my room.

It rained all night
the next day
and the second night.

When I woke up the third morning,
the sun was bright
morning was fresh
I felt as light as the golden cloud
and flew to my destination
without going to the airport.

London 1974