Categories Uncategorized Denver Airport Haikus Post author By poetluckerate Post date July 3, 2013 ### flying through clouds a kaleidoscope of white I don’t have to squint ### thirty-thousand feet; Samsonite table Kansas sans the two-of-clubs ### creative crackling cloud neurons, plane synapses CAT scan of my brain – Mark Lucker Share this poemClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Tags clouds, flying, flying through clouds, haikus, Kansas, poems about clouds, poetry about clouds, poetry about flying, Samsonite card tables, sky By poetluckerate I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay. I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways. View Archive → ← Customer → Flying east at dusk