Airport closed, no ride
home ’til dawn, she waits under
a tree in the rain.
So small, it’s got one
airline. Flight almost cancelled,
nearly stranding her.
Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.
Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.
You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.
I would like to see
4 am start off my day
instead of end it.
If all we have in
common is our kids, that’s not
an enduring match.
Flower covered floats
in a warm SoCal city
I’ll never visit.
Cost to average
household: Five thousand. Voting
the bums out: Priceless.