Perfect fall days don't fill me
with that same
dread
anymore.
But I remember
still
The smug feeling of hearing
someone else's flight
get canceled
in the moments before my flight was also
canceled.
I'd used a self-serve kiosk
for the first time
carefully picking a window
seat on the left
so I could see lower Manhattan.
At the time
I should have boarded
I saw lower Manhattan
on the TV in the airport bar
The towers groaned and all
that it made sense to do
was order the largest beer they had
and steel myself for the perfect
fall day
outside.
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