Terminal 2.
First time in an airport since new mothers were
required to drink their own breast milk at check-in.
So much cold glass and blistered concrete.
All that exposed strip-lighting.
Clashing carpets and designated smoking areas.
Keep right on travelator.
Read complimentary newspaper.
Crandle cup of branded coffee as if life depended on it.
Giubbotto Salvagente Sotto La Poltrona
(Life Jacket Located Under Seat).
Cottian Alps puncturing haze and cauliflower cumulus.
Majestic. Edifying. Vainglorious.
Black Mini Cooper ride into hubbub;
past Aurelian Wall and Pyramid of Gaius Cestius
and final resting place of young Keats and Bysshe Shelly.
The Americans in the lobby are wearing shorts
and hearing-aids
and talking about
vacations and semesters and foreign policy.
Hot pizza rustica and a couple of fresh suppli.
Cats. Lots of cats. A clowder of cats.
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