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Airports
Beyond the aquarium-like glass
Giant fish ingest and excrete
Gobbets of luggage, passengers.
We shuffle round Departures
Past Security but even less sure
Of ourselves, patting pockets,
Feeling bags for tickets, passports,
Bored, checking the electronic board
For gate numbers, 'Boarding';
The names of places gleam:
Reosrts, business ventures, home,
The familiar and the wild unknown.
Planes come in and touch down,
Other planes lift off into clouds,
But here is another plane of mere
Existence, the empty stares
Of people who'd rather be elsewhere,
Numbly using up time, milling
Round a world without a poem.
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