Uncancelled flights

 The fridge sounds like a field of crickets 
in the summer,
singing about your arrival? 

My little rented house is held 
in the lap of the earth white with snow 
her hand rests on my forehead to take my fever 

Don't take it from me, mother 
as long as he isn't here 
I'll take any flight to be with him. 

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