
At Barcelona Airport
With steady hand the sun
drags its brush against
the mountain landscape.
Names of cities(more…)
sprawl like possibilities
scrawled in a journal.

I am here once again, have been here so many times(more…)
that the airport terminals are less the names
of portals than of chronic, unidentified diseases.
Terminal A, Terminal B, Terminal C: illnesses
(or rather conditions) I've contracted on and off
from years of hopping on and taking off.