avian security


My year started long before
but: an avian landscape, securely
ushered upon arrival

footsteps shuffle, darting glances
paired with a nervous familiar hustle.

intercom voices, symmetric uniforms,
a noticeable lack of sputum-

propellers and turbines and pivoting blades

-from departures some mushrooms
escape; teeth clattering with a fission.

pistons and motors and metal and

at the UA front desk there is this
calendar. The pages turn but

scratches are made, marks that  
celebrate a white man’s year, his
aphotic marching and

another sort of terminal
a different set of metal wings.

My time is gregorian, numbered 
and marked. At gate B-29 
there are patchy blossoms of snow.

sorry for the delay

- Maya Doolali