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The muffled hum of a thousand voices Fill the terminal; a child shrieks, a baby cries, A drunk laughs and coughs, a glass drops; The moving walkways are crammed With the non-stop parade of transients. We sit at the gate with tired eyes: Delayed. Perhaps the plane will come by midnight. Above us on a hundred silent screens Ice skaters waltz to imaginary cantata. “Salchows”, “toe loops” and “triple lutzes” Fill the closed captioning; The skaters with swan like bodies Swirl in a high-speed pas de deux. For a moment we glide in serenity, Dizzy with joy from their spinning. A vengeful voice from the loud speakers Reminds us to report suspicious persons- Our eyes leave the safety of the ice To pass judgement on each soul we see, As the judges tally their points and deductions.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Winter Olympics, O’Hare Airport
The muffled hum of a thousand voices Fill the terminal; a child shrieks, a baby cries, A drunk laughs and coughs, a glass drops; The moving walkways are crammed With the non-stop parade of transients. We sit at the gate with tired eyes: Delayed. Perhaps the plane will come by midnight. Above us on a hundred silent screens Ice skaters waltz to imaginary cantata. “Salchows”, “toe loops” and “triple lutzes” Fill the closed captioning; The skaters with swan like bodies Swirl in a high-speed pas de deux. For a moment we glide in serenity, Dizzy with joy from their spinning. A vengeful voice from the loud speakers Reminds us to report suspicious persons- Our eyes leave the safety of the ice To pass judgement on each soul we see, As the judges tally their points and deductions.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
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