I sink in
between sharp rips
of leather on steel
and stare down the powdered tarmac
until all glows
solid white.
Surrounding Midwesterners
fidget in sun-hungry skin
and fold bubbled coats
into pillows
on the musty carpet,
an invisible pane all that separates them
from the steel beasts stuck
flightless in their stalls.
I stare them down to a blur, too,
and focus instead
on an old woman peeling magazine
faces apart
with hands that might have milked
the clouds for their gray.
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