Layover delay
Sea of Voices murmuring
with mixed emotion.
Frustration leading to
anger to melancholy acceptance.
Dozens of voices mumble
back and forth.
All itching for Newark.
Who would have thought such a pit
could be sought with such desire.
The familiarity of known scum
outweighing the unknown of ethnic beauty.
The irony, it amuses me.
For while I long for home,
I prefer the sleepy fisherman’s coves
of Halifax, and the voice I have come to love.
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