Day: May 7, 2015

Airport Meet-Up

Morning flight

Safety instructions

And I’m left tired and blank

Miles to cross, to ford through

Wheels lift

Spaces between

Me and you


Slight sleep

Light turbulence

Elbowing at me, without any notice

No book to read, time stands still

Miles racked

Deep thoughts

Myself alone


Soft touchdown

Sunny day

Heart is quickened, skips a beat

impatience pounds, waiting for bags

wild glances

But you’re

Not there

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

A Confrontation In The Library

There’s a small child running in the library

His mother is yelling for him to stop

In her hand is a book by Summers

She’s waving it at the little heathen

But he just keeps running

She takes a swat at him with the book

A miss

He circles her like a rabid dog

She takes a second swing

A crack

Direct on that little bastard’s ass

He comes to an immediate halt

I can see the redness in his face growing

And then the scream

At the top of his lungs

She yells back at him, but in a whisper

His cries only grow louder

I take a moment to think of how much

I hate them both

I turn and leave

I’ll never go back to that library, again

© Dicky J Loweman 2015