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I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
on a day nearly canceled by sunlight
when the entire hill is approaching
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano
and left their ovals echoing in the ear;
with gawky music stands, the winter forest
looks like an empty orchestra, its lines
They did not recognize me in the shadows
That suck away my color in this Passport
And to them my wound was an exhibit
For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs
When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
In the taxi alone, home from the airport,
I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept
creeping over the smooth plastic
to find your strong meaty little hand and
Dire one and desired one,
In an old allegory you would carry
As most Nigerians remain ruefully lukewarm
about President Buhari's second term bid;
an ever-increasing multitude of potential
voters across ethnic divides, seem to be
And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and
and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the
no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
I Think Of You
(short words but thoroughly honest)
when I see dry leaves
This is the terminal: the light
Gives perfect vision, false and hard;
I am packing to go to the airport
but somehow I am never packed.
I keep remembering more things
I keep forgetting.
I have heard that and I forgot to tell
Second day of Easter Holiday is a hell:
They told me through the phone:
Huge queues at Manchester Airport,
Himalaya sounds hurray!
People in a hall that’s lit so brightly
Spoke of religion
In the lives of contemporary people
Notice how he has numbered the blue veins
in my breast. Moreover there are ten freckles.
Now he goes left. Now he goes right.
He cradles it
palm to palm
like a newborn.
We are sitting at an airport
in Copenhagen drinking a lot of coffee.
It was most elegant there, and comfortable,
and refined to the point of lassitude.
Last night in London Airport
I saw a wooden bin
labelled UNWANTED LITERATURE
IS TO BE PLACED HEREIN.
The smoke curls
Eyu next to his granddad inside Toyota pickup, excused from work to welcome daughter from overseas, she rode with Sariti from airport uninterrupted catching up, soon as I laid eyes ma used to look exactly like this, hugging her felt so good cushiony voluptuous woman, nephew drew near bent to greet he's very tall, time he denied access how his hurt mom complain, phase over back to the way she want hugs and all, dad's repeated annoying showers of restrictions duck! avoid bump with this door as you enter exit, Eni instinctively bowed observant son got a kick, tell you what master's quirks wears one out, set complete feels she never left home, a week we still bubble in happines Hiwot came
A city belonging to the most outstanding loveliness White Nile state of Sudan, located around 380 meters away of swinging of light through eyes is full of peace and calm mingle, like a moment all thought dies.
It is located in the opposite direction of the state capital on the bank of Gorgeous the River White Nile and these cities are linked by a bridge; no waist to place my arms around, no lips for me to rub; No hair to lose my fingers in, nor ear to whisper sweet words of love and belle.
During the World War 2, there was a town in the west of Norway
that also had a passable airport where German planes could take off
I was two years old sat in the bomb shelter in the basement of an old school
when I became aware of myself.
I love Luton Airport,
It's a great place to go,
It's a great place to visit,
(People do that you know) ,
The woman in the airport cafe
is doing nothing special;
she is saving the world.
The woman is nothing special;
Rules to follow;
Round the Airport! !
Understanding secutity measures;
Ciara and The Kilimanjaro....(3)
I do not continue the story poem,
but I report here very important news from our TV station
I announce here with a happiest heart
KLM Flight from Bangkok
Schiphol Airport receives Flight number KL 0876
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