At the airport, I will be the one
wearing an airport. I will stand like this
so I appear to be running. I will use
the artificial tree as a terrorist
would. I will stand like this until you appear.
Our gang: the snapdragons. Your migraine,
with rainfall. My weathering, in dandelions.
I glue the fluff back on. The cold woke me.
I was yawning in my sleep. I sucked
the olive pit for the entire ferry.
Beaded curtain rhymed pleated skirt hem.
It’s just dumb fate. I drove in, as a nail.
Diacritical clouds on imaginary bluffs.
Night as hair out the back of a hat.
Hanging like a key on a nail. Stet: let it stand.
The hero sits and you realize he has been traveling
all this time with a shot leg. It is a key for
a hotel room in Vegas. You can take it
anytime. An untrained voice passes,
it is passable. Explicit, if not explicable,
I strain to see through the bird feeder suctioned
to the glass. Ending: well all is hope.
As one who cannot flee, yet flies.
It doesn’t matter. You can say anything you have to.