Some looking, some reading
27 May 2009
love an empty airport
The plane has touched down in the rain
In a country I don't know.
Talk about plain and strange.
I don't speak their singsong ugly language. Having arrived,
I am ready to leave already.
I love it out on the runway.
It's late at night. I love an empty airport.
They stamp my passport.
"I Own Nothing," Frederick Seidel
Damen Avenue below Division Street
5/27/2009 09:39:00 PM