Poem found here: "Our Ground Time Here Will Be Brief" by Maxine Kumin An airport as a metaphor for transitioning to the afterlife. But this poem is a bit tongue in cheek too. The poem is in two octaves and a quatrain with each stanza going closer and closer and then expanding outward from the speaker. Blue landing lights make nail holes in the dark. A fine snow falls. We sit on the tarmac taking on[...] So stopping here before the list of things occurs. note how the focus is on the play of dark an light in the beginning and also how the snow appears -- fine, small enough to look at individually in general which foreshadows the way the speaker sees who is going aboard with her: the mail, quick freight, trays of laboratory mice, coffee and Danish for the passengers Note how personal these items appear to ot...
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