seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the old man at the airport his tired eyes scanned the room, his brown skin and, a worn-leather napsack draped casually around one shoulder and his frame small and hollow, drooping to the ground- to the blue-running carpet full of invisible shoe-tracks they made him remove his boots and spread his stickly legs i averted my eyes down to my novel, breathing in peppermint sticks of gum repeating america, america. 6:00 p.m. - 2002-03-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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