(Poem 274 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Inbound air vehicles
are pulling into the plane
parking lot, unloading people
like children off a school bus
and I’m sitting in the pick-up line,
waiting to scoop
you and your backpack
into the car and whisk
you home where you belong
after a long field trip.
@Home Studio – 274th poem of the year
rebekahjmarshall 