Sunday, April 7, 2013

365 Poems: Transience

Day 97

Once again we cram clothes and toiletries and memories into suitcases and tote bags. We keep our iPods and cell phones and tablets handy in case of delay or imminent boredom. We take our shoes off and join the line that ensures our safety. We've got our sunburns and some residual sand in our ears, and maybe our hair. The airport assaults us with announcements and noisiness and activity. Somehow we still hear the waves and the gulls and wind in the palms.

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