LAX in the morning
Oct 08 2009 at 8:52pm EDT
The dawn yawn

The dawn yawn opens wide,
stifles itself,
in the cool of a California oceanside
clouds cover the morning-after breath
of a sleepless night.
Between flights,
odd birds sit on the tarmac,
milling flies
ready to enter the mouth of the day.
In L.A.
it's the early chill that catches the worms half-awake,
yearning to go back to sleep;
but, the dawn has its way
and even worms have appointments to keep.

© Kåre Enga [166.223] 2009-10-07

Sketching it out:

Well, I slept on the floor of LAX and although not cold like Montana, it was hardly comfortable. May have been more so if the Food Court wasn't being renovated, if the cleaners had been quiet, if the loudspeakers weren't conducting an emergency test. I looked out on the tarmac at the planes: Qantas... could it fly me somewhere south or at least somewhere quieter?
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