Thursday, March 28, 2013

365 Jobs: In the Burlington Airport

Adirondack Sketches: Thursday, July 12, 2001

In the Burlington Airport

Two men in T-shirts are sun-roughened,
muscular in that non-bodybuilder way. 
They know physical work.

On the window glass with a smudgy finger
the older man sketches a map from memory. 
They speak of willow trees, a trickling spring.
A rocky field.  Twin graves on a hill.

The younger man says, "That land was like home to me.
Every time I set foot on it, I felt like I was being hugged."
Embarrassed, perhaps, they each look away
through the glass.  On the runway, jets are rolling. 
Newark. Chicago. Some goddamn city. Now boarding.

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