All the voices mixed with sounds
of clinking glasses,
mellow jazz accompanying chatter more normal
than silence as the elderly begin to grab their coats.
They all seem to know
how it feels when you're falling from a plane
and realize you're getting further from the ground,
breathe with relief and stiffen again
on your way up through the atmosphere,
when at least before you knew
you'd stop somewhere eventually.
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