airport empty – October 3

10.3.2014

airport empty, acres of

polished granite, voices

echoing through

spaces designed for

masses

 

lonely sparse, blank

in between at the

baggage claim

waiting, waiting

waiting for something

to turn

 

overlapping disks for

movement while hope

rises anxious.

 

when

will my home life

come.

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