the poetry of Charles Fry

14 June 2010

airport

we rush to the airport early
leaving time for everything
that could have gone wrong

they are busier than average
but we enter the security line
before the bus of Japanese tourists

i wait with you
start saying goodbye
when it's almost your turn

you hand him the papers
as i step out of line
step behind that glass panel

did i give you one last kiss?
one of them was the last
but at the time it was but another

past the checkpoint
you gather the belongings
calm the kids

waving
crying
blowing kisses

Copyright © 2010 Charles Fry