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[apiphile]

airport boy

i dream of us only in transit
we meet on an aeroplane, or a bus
our future homes are ephemeral, global
pied a teres in a hundred bruising cities
one foot already raised to move again
as here I sit with tap roots plunged deep
into the well of mediocrity.

i wonder was it genes that left me believing
that endless roaming is the only solution
to dissatisfaction
some family myth of Romany feet
trampling in our blood

or is there some other reason I can only see
love coming from outside a home;
I can only see the walls of prison
or monastic cells
a place to be trapped,
and always alone.

Comments

[wolfy_writing]

Very good poem!