Moratorium

The echo in the airport maddens.

The echo in the airport maddens
Swells the minds of travelers who
Shared some half-formed kisses with
Domestic strangers going through
Security and the motions

One wants to plead insanity but
Pleas are made for empty ears and
Empty ears for crowded heads no
Longer satisfied to merely swivel

The slowest people side-by-side
Connected like foosball players and
Equally anachronistic

Word of a cease-fire is received yet
Reception’s poor in the airport

Along with many other poor in the airport

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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