Waiting at the Airport
February 12th, 2009 by FergatROn
What do I do while waiting at the airport?
While waiting for my significant wife -
To scoop me up from the trials of life,
Which is wrapped up in work and public commute -
On the system that so politely answers to “Marta.”
“Hey sweetie, can you take me here and then there
And basically anywhere I please.
I’ll ride you till midnight and do so with ease…”
What do I do while waiting at the airport?
Site seeing is what I see,
Of pure, unadulterated diversity, between you and me.
Some call it “people watching”, others compare it to stalking.
Seriously; if I’m not touching, nor gawking then watching is as polite as talking.
A conversation between my eyes and your movements,
between your written journey at THAT moment and the comma in my sentence.
I’m done rhyming and stretching my stiff-poetic ligaments.
My ride is here, so I must continue with my movements.
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Overall; we had a good time – we took our car to College Park, because they have free parking, and bought a temporary pass for Katina. Since I take the train on a regular I have my permanent card. We all got through the gates and took the elevator down to train level. It took about 5 minutes before the train got there. Alex stepped into the train and took a seat. His eyes were light up and he looked every where. Not really smiling but taking it ALL in. Leeanne thought nothing of it and just sat in her stroller trying to hold Alex’s hand, but Alex did not want to be disturbed while he rode the train.
Hey All,