Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Now, Voyager

The brown weather crouches on the business park
as Tom boards the Toyota for the flight home.
His plane leaps at six and the microwave background
rustles the water contents in his salmon salad,
peas and tossed spears of asparagus.
It’s a highway dry time until the bourgeoning futures
slap him awake at terminal 2 and the luggage berth.

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