RoseAnn V. Shawiak Airport Poems

Shadows crawling all over the airport, trying to stay away
from the sun, not wanting to disappear in it's distinct
rays.
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Thinking, wondering about many things that I see on earth,
playfully manifesting them sometimes, hoping to bring them
into realms of reality to consider factually for a while.
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Reflections of people passing by in windows, catching my
eye for moments at a time, studying their actions, gestures
and body language.
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Looking around out the windows at all the activity going on
outside, airline crews doing all sorts of things to prepare
jets for take off in all directions.
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Airplanes sitting down among trees alongside of houses where very little air can get beneath their wings.
Wanting to take off and fly around the heavens, they can only sit and dream, unless someone comes to get them and starts them with a key.
Being dependent on humans for gas, water and a revved up motor, to hop into the air and take flight to who knows where.
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