Sunday, May 5, 2013
At the Airport
Rain on tarmac
makes giant pools
reflecting
illuminated signs
dark windows
mirror departure screens
outside
no stars in the sky
but airplanes flash lights
creep along runways
roar acceleration
climb into night
waiting for my flight
yet another voyage
I am always
leaving a known place
for an unknown
wondering
if I will ever come through darkness
and take the risk to land.
About the Author
chrisb / Author & Editor
Has laoreet percipitur ad. Vide interesset in mei, no his legimus verterem. Et nostrum imperdiet appellantur usu, mnesarchum referrentur id vim.
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