Stuck in Dallas

I watch the herd of humans pass,
The dour men in overcoats, the pierced
And tatooed college kids, the Muslim
Women, swaddled up, the quiet lovers,
Laughing friends, invisibly from on
A chair. I idly wonder where they're
Bound: to business meetings, beaches,
Schools, or homes where others wait
For them? Shuffling glumly from my perch
Out to the sidewalk for a smoke, a stranded,
Standby refugee, I wish that I could
Be seen, too, and had somewhere to go.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-09 at 17:37

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Airports are the places, the liminal zones, where such a diverse multitude of people throng. One can feel one's own existence shirking. Well-depicted, Larry.


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great stuff. The forced observer.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I know DFW far better than I would like. I appreciate your observations and the way you composed this.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
This is excellent, Larry. We really like your close observations and the contrasts set up between the herd of humans and yourself. 'We see you,' chirps Coo 8>) (beady eyed)