Layover

Late evening SFO, don’t fret

the blue-gray beast approaching

I see it rumble in

thunderously wafting

ephemeral yet solid single

itself to Pacific sleep.


A fog on my soul, can’t weep

despite knowing that we’re parting.

I hear it stumble on

fabulously fleeting

to be gone when it pleases, staying

with me just for awhile.




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