I do not ponder

A wild blue yonder

Or charge a gate

To hear loud engines whine

Nor do I chance

To see it dance

The sun off silver wings

Of magic metal birds

I take a chance

To steal a glance

This lonely dawn

To dwell upon

Two gentle souls

In last embrace

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes an airport can be the loneliest place.

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Me too!! When I went to Idaho year before last, the only thing that caught my eye in the boarding area was the face of the girl being left in Atlanta. If I could paint that kind of anguish, I could be rich. It's still in my mind. Good work here.