Tuesday, August 22, 2023
She Recalls the Airport in Sacramento
She remembers
sitting stoned in the Sacramentoairport, which in no way
seemed excited about air travel.
To her, the jetways looked
like rectangular caterpillars
with accordions
in place of heads: polka!
People getting off airplanes
seemed like tourists
returned from Dante's Hell,
only scuffed, but disappointed.
Some endless minutes saw
her mind go blank like a TV
that received but could not
broadcast or stream.
Airplanes napped in weird
corners of the tarmac.
Gate agents spoke
laconically on the intercom.
Contagious yawning rippled
among waiting travelers.
Sacramento: an airport next
to farmland--relaxed, unimportant,
laid all the way back--all, all
the way back, she recalls
through glazed windows of the mind.
hans ostrom 2023
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