by Morgan Koster

Airports – a liminal space where
Humans of every race
rush as one to a place of their own

People scurry
my vision is hazy,
clarity fading,
my mind grows daisies,

Time got lazy
I have the airport crazies

Bodies are estranged from brains,
they flew away on planes
and we float in terminals, waiting to go
but can’t escape the travellers’ limbo

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