We are
waiting for husbands
or brothers-in-law.
It is cool
but dark on mis-distributed
semi-soft benches and
hot outside in July.
The man in the corner
surrounded by luggage
is a vision
in night clothes
that my eyes
can not place.
He remains,
reality and memory
wrapped around him,
keeping his eyes
focussed on nothing
so he would not be seen.
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