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

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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