DAY 12, POEM 12: I AM NOT ON YOUR RADAR (BUT I AM NO LONGER FLYING)

Your airport is shuttered

Even the paper crowns from
the food court Burger King
are gone

The captains are no longer
captains

Duty-free booze always had
a better kick didn't it?

I once took up smoking just
to get a deal on a carton
of Newports

One of my few regrets
being that I didn't stick
with it

Who knows where you are
going to land?

Who knows when (if) I
will ever take off?

One thing seems certain:
Our paths have crossed twice
And that is enough