Airport blues
They design airports
So you never really know
Where you are
Who

There are always
Other people hugging
When you arrive


You can show emotion
Here, some
When you go
Or come

Some hours
To become a little literate
About times powers

Giant refugee camp
No one wants to be here
Or anywhere near
Where the planes burn holes in the sky.

Sometimes I love my time
In the airport
I cease to be
to  watch people flee.