Poetry

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We walked to the airport
To the florescent lighted square
Of steel and concrete,
And the gate beyond
Where I wanted to say
“Wait for me,
Forget all except us!”
But I turned
And ran the other way.
Like magnets that repel,
We were both forced
In opposite directions
By some power
Which was not ours to control
But I doubt if magnets
Hate airports
As much as we do.

(C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with with proper credits.

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