Saturday, January 5, 2013

Relearning English

At the JFK Airport people are standing

pacing smoking leaving in and out

just like any other airport planes

shoot off in the sky and squeal back


Some couples cry parting with loved

and there is a little girl laughing some

where when her father comes in new

gift in hand jacket over his suited arm


It’s all starting to look like a real com

mercial by now when I show up

trying to write this poem and believe

that there is no pain or horror here


No helmets uniforms or sand bugs in

sight until I miss my plane transfer

back home back home back home

I’m fine because all of the planes


They shoot off, squeal back

don’t explode, people hug

kiss, and even cry, nobody dies.

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