2012-03-08T00:01:26-08:00March 8th, 2012|Musings on life|

My secret fantasy

I fantasize about being stuck
in an airport
it’s snowing
of course
and they keep saying

sorry, there is nothing we can do

this makes everyone grumble
except me

I could kiss them

I buy three novels
and loiter at the magazine rack

I people watch
with impunity

I write a series of poems
about shoes

I take a nap

we are all over the news
so many people trapped
they say
but I have never been
so free.

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