Gazing at the large airport clock. Five minutes. Three hundred seconds. The clocks second hand moved slowly. Can't wait. Good impression. Things on her mind. She'll love you, not because anything you could wear. Flight 24 had just arrived. Smoothed back the wrinkles in my dress. wearing very best clothes. Appearance changed. Grown up. What if mama thought I'd abandoned everything. What if?
A found poem inspired by Christina Diaz Gonzalez's "The red umbrella"
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