A cross section of humanity
lends itself to prose in gross
here, in the airport, sanity
has given up, the ghost
Jesus just walked by
followed by a femme fatale
a lady on her way back home
and a guy they just call, Al
A miasmic gathering of souls
crossections of the human race
to see and/or behold
in or outer, space
Ethnicity oblivious
no one black and no one white
moving through the airport
all are odd, or strange
And every one
just
right