The Loneliness of Airports

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If you are lucky, a kiss
in a corner, stolen from
spacious indifference.

You could die here but
no one does, that we
would hear about. Anomie
would be destroyed.

If there were only
death, danger, love
in O’Hare, La Guardia
and Charles DeGaulle,
we would feel voyagers
journeying honestly
to the edge of horizons
beyond Starbucks.

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