It’s after 1:00 AM
and I’m sitting on a wooden bench
outside the airport.
It’s a rainy, drizzly night
but surprisingly not stifling;
an occasional pleasant, cool breeze
There’s a stray cat roaming about
the departure and arrival area.
He’s wet and makes
an unsuccessful bid to break it.
He meows at me for sympathy
but I have no response
and nothing to give.
I have 7 hours before flying.
It would appear
that neither one of us
put a lick of quality thought
into our game plan tonight.
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Comments1
Those errors in our lives only add to our experience.
Handling ennui is a good part of poetry if you really think of it. thanks for dropping by.
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