GAME PLAN

fuche_bu

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.

  • Author: fuche_bu (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 19th, 2019 07:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: An error in judgment led to me being stranded at the Aime Cesaire International Airport in Martinique for an overniter on a bench outside the airport. If you're at an airport named for a poet, you almost have to try your hand at writing poetry.
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Those errors in our lives only add to our experience.

    • fuche_bu

      Handling ennui is a good part of poetry if you really think of it. thanks for dropping by.



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