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Dream while waiting at the airport

The great whales of airliners swim

lazily about in the shallows

of the concourse.  They roll and lumber and spew

hissing wind.  After awhile each

swims too near the terminal, which is

a symbiotic form of life.  When

an airplane comes up close the building

grasps it with a moist, hot tentacle. 

Locked on tight this opens up the door and

slowly sucks out all the life inside

the plane.   A little later it fills it up again. 

This exchange of protoplasm is

mysterious and beautiful.  The planes swim out

again, slowly, dreamily then in a moment

they may bolt awake, the great fins

and wings quiver, they crouch and leap into

the great depths where they really fly.