Dream while waiting at the airport
The great whales of airliners swim
lazily about in the shallows
of the concourse. They roll and lumber and spew
hissing wind. After awhile each
swims too near the terminal, which is
a symbiotic form of life. When
an airplane comes up close the building
grasps it with a moist, hot tentacle.
Locked on tight this opens up the door and
slowly sucks out all the life inside
the plane. A little later it fills it up again.
This exchange of protoplasm is
mysterious and beautiful. The planes swim out
again, slowly, dreamily then in a moment
they may bolt awake, the great fins
and wings quiver, they crouch and leap into
the great depths where they really fly.
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