in defense
of my country
sweet land of liberty
my black socks shuffle
over grey laminate
through the gates
the TSA guy winks
and smiles
He can detain me
He lets me pass
and I recall the fierce
compulsion
to bare my feet
beside
my grandfather's bed
the power in that room
unseen
heard only in the air
that rattled
labored
in his lungs
how I stood
then, too
of thee I sing
in stockings
3 comments:
The VIP lounge loungers are dark and deep
but I have promises to keep
and airmiles to go before I sleep
and airmiles to go before I sleep
lol.
that's right: status, baby. status.
love this.
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