Pre-flight

To my left, a man
gently pummels himself;
a man to my right
stretches and flexes.
Pre-flight rituals
remind me of a locker room,
without the smell,
and, since I have none,
makes me wonder if I should.

JFK, Terminal 4, Gate B27
17 March 2013

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