On an Easter Evening in 1998

[Steve Plonk]

ON AN EASTER EVENING IN 1998
By Steve Plonk

On an Easter evening the sun left
Reflections on the wall of the dome
At the airport where I wait for the next flight
To come in with a flourish
Young children come with their Easter clothes
To meet Grandparents and Folks
An endless parade of seemingly happy people
Glad to see each other—
Hugging and back-slapping and kissing—
Easter joy is bringing people together in a
Small way as I do my job at the airport
On a balmy Easter evening
As curious purple martins fly and crows
Squawk and land on telephone poles.

[Barry]

You took me "there/then." Thanks.

Peace,
Barry

[Steve Plonk]

Glad you traveled back with me. Those were the days...
Prior to 9-11, airports were a more user friendly place.
You're welcome.