Before the sun
we fly
farther
darker
sleepy
quiet
beverage carts
bump
clank
squeeze
we gaze outside
the moon high
like a diamond
the sun peeking
dusky orange behind
gracing home
making a day
new
we fly
west
toward
dry desert
shadowy mountains
Sky Harbor and
then the place
nestled
between the
cerulean Pacific
and the
bordering Lagunas
Before the sun
we fly
Five hours
change
every
thing
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