People nap on charging desks; People nap on the couch by Caffé Nero in dimmed light. Cracked leather chairs, spread across the shop, fortress one’s entry. People nap on blankets, feet out, feet touching the ground; People nap against the wall on two chairs, feet dangling off the ground. Eight ultimatums later, a strayed blue Ford still idles outside Departure. I hope someone got away, ventured somewhere this city can’t promise — a takeoff of a lifetime that’s left a turned-key vehicle behind. Readiness in honesty abandons all exit plans. It’s London Gatwick at 3:44 AM, even the TSA belt doesn’t hum. Outside, people continue searching for questions under a veiled moon.
"I hope someone got away,
ventured somewhere this city can’t promise —
a takeoff of a lifetime
that’s left a turned-key vehicle behind.
Readiness in honesty
abandons all exit plans."
You did it again Erica - your words always hang off each stanza line with astonishing subtlety
Wishing you safe travels and adventures, love you