The Salesmanship of an Airport (a poem)

The Salesmanship of an Airport, a poem

The unlit roads and queues
The bagging of baggages
The checks by people, machines.
The cases in cubicles and corridors
The overpriced fragrances
The unavailable waters, foods.
The short waits and loud voices
The cramped aisle seats
The upright dozing for hours, visions.


David A. Church

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