DAY 2939: Please, use these words in your entry : barrier, discriminate, smile, illusion, conversation and reindeer.
On the first Friday in December 2020,
I contemplate the dying year,
and wish I still believed in flying reindeer.
If reindeer could really fly-,
I would catch one
in the twinkling of an eye,
and go someplace warm
where my joints would no longer ache.
I smile
at the mental picture
of ascending into the sky,
and speeding
over man-made and natural barriers
to find a warm place in the sun.
On the first Friday in December 2020,
I laugh at the illusion
of flying around the world
on the back of a reindeer,
I wonder how high I could fly
and my old eyes
still discriminate
between the landscapes below.
My laughter continues,
as I imagine the conversations
with radar personnel
when they detected my flying reindeer's location.
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