An explanation: why I dream of airports

30 April 2008

They are only the entr'acte
to a gust of
fresh wind with a new taste
and wide views of
something the landscape artists
just refaced.

Step inside and leave behind
the old,
paint-peeling,
lifeless
set. It folds into my window view
that clouds obscure.

Closed For Renovations.

Wait for it
unfolding, newmade:
the cloud-curtain rises on
fresh paint and adventure.

Complementary bag of peanuts?
—maybe Jack's Magic Beans.