Sunday Night

Dark night outside airport windows.
48 hours in Minneapolis --
Now a memory.
Charlotte again: awaiting
The flight home on schedule to depart at 21:19.
Fatigue economizes my motions.
Another couple hours or so,
tireder still,
bag-laden, keys-fumbling,
I'll arrive at the chill and silent house.
If this is life,
But, life, let me ask you:
What else can you show me?
Charlotte, 2013.02.17

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Written in the Charlotte airport on the way back from Minneapolis.

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