The airport routine
strangers, showing of there own lifes
going away from you, never met
while you stand, still not for them.
Nochrisis
adrift
Day 727, abandon ship.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Adrift and abandoned, lost somewhere.
The sea can get wild and lure you away.
What’s left is a shell, a thing that gives up.
Where are you now at this very end?
Nochrisis 