Boy sits by the window
Must be 11 maybe 12
Starboard side of the west bound flight
Night outside
The prop engines spew blue flames
As the pistons churn
Face to the glass
Hands cupped around eyes
Against the cabin lights
He sees them
Astounding glowing sheets of pale green
Waving swaths of luminous lavender
And this boy has no idea what these are
A riddle for a midnight flyer
Streamers of pale yellow that turn and twist
Red ribbons that dance and sway
Mouth open, watching
While his family slept a few feet away
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