2022-12-01T14:51:09-08:00March 8th, 2012|Musings on life|

My secret fantasy

I fantasize about being stuck
in an airport.

It would be snowing
of course
and they would keep saying

sorry, there is nothing we can do

which would make everyone grumble
except me.

I would buy three novels
and loiter at the magazine rack.

I would people watch
with impunity.

I would write a series of poems
about shoes.

I would take a nap.

We would be all over the news,
so many people trapped,
but I would have never been
so free.

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