Here's the fifth in the O'Hare series of audio poems. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did to see people sleeping face down on their coats in a gargantuan airport. Yeah for flying!
5.
glass wings
and
gossamer wheels
turning over again
on the black
tarmac
for salvation,
balls of flame and
luggage,
little children,
angry parents.
I need sleep;
I need
rest.
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