For Night Travelers

words like beginning and ending are not helpful
the way algae      waves its arms underwater
the taxi        you’re not sure is dreaming
in the steam        of the city night

could be here for you       could be
here for no one        an airport
nothing but another
of night’s paperweights

people coming in and out
of dark strips
all night long

skeezy

 buttering up the stars

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