All this comin' and goin' in the expat capitols of the world. |
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TidesTwo people I thought were gone,having coffee at the Globe A third, just about to leave, waits for me at dinner The constancy of removal, each to another place away from here, away from me, for the best of reasons and the worst Some for money, some for love, some because they’ve both run out The purpose of their coming, now purposeless Ten thousand on Atlantic flights on any given day, lost in thought and time warp Arrivals and departures The tides flow both ways |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |