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I’m a Red Riding Hood
in the breezy forest,
trusting that there are no
hidden teeth and claws
in the blanket in the cabin
with shiny windows and wings.

Like Jack climbed his beanstalk,
I too ascend,
trying not to wake
sleeping giants in the sky,
hoping for
treasured golden memories
and luggage devoid of stolen goods.

I’m Goldilocks
wandering into seats unfamiliar,
hoping airplane porridge
and a twelve hour flight
through the night
are just right
with the companionship of
bears who are more comfortable
sleeping in different beds
than they are with others
sleeping in their own.

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Riding in a locomotive,

Railway air submarine

At the bottom of the oxygen floor.

Smoky bubbles rise

To the top where they pop

Into white foamy clouds.

Barren tree branches

Stretch their seaweed limbs

Towards the mechanical intruder,

Barns and cars clustered

In colorful reefs

Leave riders gripping seat handles,

Wishing for nets to clutch

To capture brighter,

More fascinating worlds.