Airport
/running through art galleries /
from: “If Katherine Mansfield Were
My Best Friend” by Nina Powles
We’d been to a Women’s Writers conference and you
and I now laughing, happy, running, into the airport.
Such behaviour not summoning the attention of security
guards in the ‘80’s.
We giggled silly, silly jokes in the face of the ticket seller;
(still not a security guard in sight). His embarrassment
so delicious we hugged, and I said I wanted to fly to
Invercargill with you, and you said you wanted to fly
to Gisborne with me.
Later, I sent a postcard. Only the once I ran laughing and
happy into airports holding your hand. I try not to giggle
when I see security guards.
Benita Kape © 2.5.2018
Note: Seems strange not to have written a poem yesterday. But they are always close to hand and memories bring up new ones.
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