The world ends not with a cheeseburger
or a candy cane
or a bang or a whimper
or a breeze or wave or quake
or nudge from a rock
or a drop or a smash
or a swipe or a scuffle,
but with a girl in pink’s cough at the airport.
NOTES
Composed at the Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport while awaiting Flight NK 380 to Detroit. Tuesday, March 10, 2020. The world ends… or a bang or a whimper “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot.
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