Stilwell Flying Over The Hump
We didn't make it over
the Hump this time.
The engines caught fire,
the plane stalled,
and we jumped.
Now, somewhere between
India and Chengtu,
freezing to death
on this snow-covered mountain,
I'm thinking of Win.
She's probably wondering
If I'm still alive
and if she's going
to be spending
this Christmas
alone.
- December 1997
(submitted to Sacramento News & Review's "Fiction 59" contest)
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