By Stuart Whitley | Bio

the man with the unpressed suit and upraised arms
speaking in monotone, knows exits and oxygen masks
the woman in the seat beside me moulds latex
into monsters’ heads for movies, and wonders
if she has time for a Harvey’s hamburger, loaded,
before her bags arrive on the carousel
do these people have wisdom?
 
five miles below, a man scratches earth from dinosaur bones
and another scutters down darkened lanes breaking