Babies at the airport.
feeding each other onion rings.
Neither had been breast-fed.
An infant purchasing cigarettes, basically.
The other infant prefers sipping milk with coffee.
a nipple-width latte.
Babies get dragged around states with no oceans.
babies understand that leaving is just motion,
the same motion that arrives.
but babies still cry at airports sometimes.
He might not order a ginger ale
and pick some stale peanuts over with
you but you will remember
waking up from a dream of him.
and then turning your head
and actually seeing him.
for that moment the world in your mind
and the world outside
harmonized.
Maybe that's why you feel so young at the airport.
Monday, March 15, 2010
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awww... this is cute, good one kel
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