empty bags left in solitude
sleeping children and mothers
pacing worried fathers
line the cold plastic seats
a place usually teeming with activity
now silent
eerily quiet
but, there is noise
chitter chattering of speakers
whirring of floor polishers
the low turning rumble of bags rolling
all meaningless white noise
in a land where movement has stopped
unseen structures masked
by constant perpetual movement
now, readily apparent
oh how great the architect
who designed such grand curves and beams
that go unnoticed through the night
dreams still alive before
then step outdoors
exiting to the world that turns
dreams to nightmares
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:-D Hartsfield-Jackson International...oh how I miss thy long security lines and quick baggage claims.
