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"Terminal"
by Jeph Johnson
My brain moves with my eyes
to the people waiting outside
the airline terminal...
flight 1793
to Portland through San Jose...
an hour and a half delayed...
"I don't want you to go"
They share a subtle kiss
and he holds her like he held
her when they dreamed of greater things;
the minuscule and the magnitude
of leaving takes the mood
to a higher plane.
