Miracle

My first Danielle Steel poem...

“Miracle” page 109

sailing the exotic night
imagine
things coming easily
like a pilot in a night sky

“What was that for?”
she said.
the hotel in the late afternoon,
the purposes he intended her for,
bed linens, flatware, crystal and china

she kissed him just
in time to catch a plane to Paris,
a night flight to San Francisco

an hour at Charles de Gaulle
and all her most pressing questions
were answered by
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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I've uploaded "The Forgotten Tuesday" to youtube now, too.