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Nancy Harris Mclelland

Poetry, Prose, Opinions about Aging from an Ex-cowgirl Octogenarian.

That Moment Before Landing

When the person sitting next to you speaks


or you feel the  urge to communicate.


You talk over the racket  of airplane brakes.


It’s that moment you dread when you are sure


the plane will crash into the terminal.



You ask the stranger if they live in Reno


The  young blonde wife leans forward around him,


says they moved here about three years ago.


You learn they are childless but still trying.


He likes his job and loves to powder ski.



You want to tell him  about heli-skiing


n the Ruby Mountains near Elko,  tell her…


you hear the click of unfastened seat belts


the popping of unlocked overhead bins,


and the murmuring of the passengers.



The couple whispers to one another


and then you find yourself alone again.

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