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]

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