Stopover
Through the plane window
a windswept deserted small hours airport.
This is the place I inhabit now.
I look in at the lit cabin -
going somewhere yet grounded.
Through the plane window
a windswept deserted small hours airport.
This is the place I inhabit now.
I look in at the lit cabin -
going somewhere yet grounded.
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