Chicago

November 11, 2011
Pigeons scattered as the plane landed;
my father was angry as we rushed through.
My father was angry
he always was, in airports.
The bus from the airport to the rental car
didn't come and didn't come
and didn't come. But
at this point, somehow,
I understood him.





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