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For a while after I left
I wondered if there were a way I could
Live on airplanes and in airports
Just walking around, mostly.
No shock. No engulfment.
No incomprehensible ocean.
No wedding band. No promises.
Just night black windows
Up there above the city.
Sleep’s a long way off
But I feel on the edge
Of a terrible dream
That this plane never lands
All of us up here permanently
An idea I’m too comfortable with
If everything could be temporary
I’d be able to feel more.
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…all your wonderfully droll poems
and
especially last two lines of this one
Droll is exactly what I wanted. I love ordinary poems.