Layover

I sit and wait for hours—tired, bored.
These seats are hard: they feel like formed cement.
I stare out many windows tall and clear;
outside I see the airplanes flying by.
Again and again, they’re taking off—
the same scene repeating before me.
My stomach growls, but I ignore it:
The food in airports sucks.
And’s expensive. After thirteen hours here,
I guess you’ll find I’ve nothing nice to say.

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