They showed it
We booked it
It’s enough time they said
It wasn’t
Landed on time
The far away gate. Hope….
… begins to fade.
The bus transfer
The nerves begin
The app pings
All hope is gone
Queue for help
Take a number
Sit and wait
Next flight, nine hours
The meal vouchers
Nothing issued for boredom.
Find seats
Make a bed
Rest awhile
Time to kill
Have lunch
Have dinner
Spy the mouse
searching for scraps
Watch others depart
Rush to gates
Make their trips
Resigned to wait
For longer than expected
Get out the notebook and pen
Write a poem
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