sipping a Gatorade
(I’d prefer diet coke)
I wait for the call
to board the
plane
my sister and dad
people watch
behind me
my mom reads
to my left
my great-grandma
and her friend talk
quietly
I sit here
sipping my drink
and writing
this is the sort of place
that every soul eventually
drifts through
hubs of the human universe
quiet despite all the voices
this is the beginning of an adventure
go to a foreign land
form one great terminal
to
another
many would be jealous
but really I’m just
sitting here
sipping
Gatorade
and
writing
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 7:04 AM UTC
sipping a Gatorade
(I’d prefer diet coke)
I wait for the call
to board the
plane
my sister and dad
people watch
behind me
my mom reads
to my left
my great-grandma
and her friend talk
quietly
I sit here
sipping my drink
and writing
this is the sort of place
that every soul eventually
drifts through
hubs of the human universe
quiet despite all the voices
this is the beginning of an adventure
go to a foreign land
form one great terminal
to
another
many would be jealous
but really I’m just
sitting here
sipping
Gatorade
and
writing
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