Charlotte, North Carolina Airport
Business men around me slap cards
on their briefcases,
Play poker.
Penelope is knitting a Chihuahua sweater.
I always carry a sea stone in my pocket.
I rub the sea stone's blonde skin.
The plane is late;
I, underwater, am far away from airport.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Jack Magazine
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