airport empty – October 3


airport empty, acres of

polished granite, voices

echoing through

spaces designed for



lonely sparse, blank

in between at the

baggage claim

waiting, waiting

waiting for something

to turn


overlapping disks for

movement while hope

rises anxious.



will my home life



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