Departure Lounge Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Departure Lounge



whilst waiting
on inauspicious days
for flights

the Angel of extreme unease
whispers to the departees
things they wouldn't wish to hear

like 'pilot error'
and ' faulty landing-gear'

and they see his shadow cross the wall
in the terminal
at the final call

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