At The End Of The Aisle

AT THE END OF THE AISLE

longingly,
I walk down the aisle;
our eyes meet…
smiling, I nod toward
the empty space next to him;
recognition registers
on his face;
silently he greets me
with movement so gallant,
as I take my place
next to him…
the window seat on flight 2065
to Iowa

2012-04-07
P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Asides 2012 PAD Challenge Day 7: write a poem with two or more people interacting without speaking.

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6 comments

    1. Richard, I was feeling a bit of playfulness in writing this, not revealing until the end, what “aisle” I was writing about. The “scene”, however, was truer than life. I was thinking about how all the people on my flight had a way of communicating with each other without really talking. The common signals and gestures of travel, I guess. 🙂

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