Sunup at SFO
Among the cobbles of a novel
waiting for the plane sent-on
without us, last night, vouchers
dangling at the end of a chain
reaction of late take-offs—midnight
dinner delivered to a Comfort Inn
for roaches, instead of falling
dead into our own beds
after the quarter-mile jog
to a shuttle and another terminal—
bushy-tailed guard at the gate,
arms folded like a Samoan
before our parked aircraft.
A novel about efficiency
and how we got here—
how we’ve become helpless
as cattle in a corral to make
work-enough for everyone.
drycrikjournal 
I would have rescued you and brought you home, or at least taken you ton dinner………
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Thank you, Heather! Two lost dogs running through the S. F. Airport
and one dog wants to bite! Tired, hungry and past our bedtime. Glad to be home! Looking forward to seeing you in Elko
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…a poetic rant, a clash of cultures, we are not accustomed to being so helpless, to surrendering to circumstances where we are not treated or handled as well as our livestock. PETA’s efforts might be better spent in airports.
Assistance and direction is in the hands of Airserv at SFO and other large airports, an adjunct to TSA that offers little and tends to darken the ‘friendly skies’ for naive travelers while replacing and reducing labor expenses for airlines, a tax-supported effort to keep employment figures up in the name of patriotism.
A kind offer, Heather, but I was not fit company for myself, or Robbin.
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