I am sitting in an airport terminal
working on my next novel;
something about wayward kids
and barefooted patrons in line,
carrying plastic vats full of possessions. "Next. Next! Place your container
on the conveyor belt
step through the detector."
"Next. Next! NEXT!"
I remember travel and flight
before we became faceless
nameless refugees in a line.
Heel to toe, now follow the leader
in the name of safety,
security, and freedom.
FREEDOM.
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