Overread at Booth 3: From a Journal Entry 2012

You were almost there.
Zero visibility.
The flight was cancelled.

Then they started playing
               *that song*
and you looked around at the faces
               in the crowd,
expecting to pick his out.

Who were these strangers?
               Who did they love?
Who were they?  Walking forward
in this airport full of
               buzzers and dust and
heelclicks on marble floor.



MR
2012-0920