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Airport Citizen
Watch the moon rise over the tarmac, feeling very alone. Yawn and blink into the sunrise through smoked glass, coffee and diesel a heavy morning perfume.
Queue, shuffle; hurry, now. . . wait.
Faces and conversations are a swirling blur but location is a three letter code. Consider the daydreams carried through this place.
In the rush of being place-less yet always moving towards, origins are forgotten and only destinations matter.
Queue, shuffle; hurry, now. . . wait.
Faces and conversations are a swirling blur but location is a three letter code. Consider the daydreams carried through this place.
In the rush of being place-less yet always moving towards, origins are forgotten and only destinations matter.
Tags: airport citizen, airports, alienation, poetry, travel
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Comment by Toby Tucker Hecht on September 20, 2009 at 5:27pm - A little late on commenting, but I love how this captures both the present moment and the anonymity of an airport. "...location is a three letter code" is wonderful.
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Comment by Jeanette Cheezum on July 9, 2009 at 1:54pm - Great six. I'll never look at flying the saame way.
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Comment by Jodi MacArthur on July 9, 2009 at 10:11am -
Mariah,
What a beautiful perspective of an airport. I love this sentence. "Consider the daydreams carried through this place." Hmmm...I've always found airports intriguing, because airports have people, people intrigue me. But I've never considered the daydreaming that must be going through so many minds as they wait.
Very, very nice.
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Comment by Michael Solender on July 9, 2009 at 8:11am - you've been on the move haven't you - where are you??
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Comment by mal on July 9, 2009 at 3:27am - Gosh , how relevant, and such busy places, but quite impersonal too.....
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