I AM THAT MOUSE

(Detroit, MI)

Lay Overs?


layover passengers
make good company

a break between flights
have coffee, chit-chat

size up your mile high choices
you hear interesting stories

and less interesting stories
a new story forms

with each new face
its when the faces

become familiar where
you start to rethink

your flight pattern
different places, different times

same face
wondering if he is on

the same plane
if you were meant to meet

at this airport just
outside detroit

if you should trade in
your ticket to fly with him

to destination unknown
or if you should

just enjoy his company
board your flight

and hope
he trades his in

Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 07, 2010
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