Gate 513
—dedicated to Choco

I roam from one gate to the next,
Reading empty seats like patterns
That stranded men sometimes provide      The distant city lights in the dark are
For one another, with lifted backpacks,  much warmer than the illuminated signs
Heavy with good intentions.              redirecting here or there, each time
                                         still farther
                                         away from home.

Dale Chou
2014-01-05