Slumped in a seat--
grey vinyl, pressed smooth by
ceaseless travelers--
confronting, confronted by
a sea of window
Triboro Bridge floats beyond this
grey field of tarmac at my feet
listening to "Assassin"
pounding loud
in black foam headphones
while
left to right,
regional jets
pierce the sky:
needles seeking cotton
NBR 3/15/10
for Karen, whose plane took off as I wrote this
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