Stuck in Dallas

I watch the herd of humans pass,
The dour men in overcoats, the pierced
And tatooed college kids, the Muslim
Women, swaddled up, the quiet lovers,
Laughing friends, invisibly from on
A chair. I idly wonder where they're
Bound: to business meetings, beaches,
Schools, or homes where others wait
For them? Shuffling glumly from my perch
Out to the sidewalk for a smoke, a stranded,
Standby refugee, I wish that I could
Be seen, too, and had somewhere to go.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-09 at 17:37

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