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]