Tom Courtney - Airport

Some things take time
That is what people say
and get away with it
To see you walk away into the coagulated line
gulping slowly into the wide aluminum ship
suddenly so small
in the bristling steaming mist of the runway
So long for just two people
I stand as they pull the walkways under
beneath the tight-set wings
setting the controlled fire
lights flashing all along the earth
And I no longer care
because you never cry when you want to
I’m returning deep within
just to say Hi to myself
I spent some time
in a tropical wonderland called Marie
and wrote a book of poetry
in the dark of a mystical night
but now I’m coming home

Tom Courtney

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