We all have these airport moments,
When sun and smiles seem paused
And waiting, for the slowed moment in time
That never comes
We all have these cathartic feelings welling up
Through our eyes,
When skin feels taut and supple
to the touch of the mouth,
But never tastes the same way again
What is surer, is the smell
Of the first leaves of spring
That emerald themselves in the sunlight;
Yellow and pale in the first,
And shading the light in a dark green the next
We all have these airport moments
Drinks are consumed in softer time.
And people drift.
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