Afternoon Flight I’m sorry I’ll miss the meeting. But I’ve heard the wind, I’ve seen the clouds And I’m going to the sky. I’m trading in drudgery’s demands For a sleek plane that heeds my commands. Where cumulus boil and cirrus flee. Where sun turns rain into diamonds across my canopy. In the infinite expanse of cerulean blue, Move over, god, I’ve serious work to do. Pitching and rolling and dancing the afternoon away.