Seated At D

at the F seat of
the plane
the fat man with scattered white hair
talks that his daughter is
graduating tomorrow
in high school,

the E seat man
makes a link that his son is
graduating this afternoon
in the elementary school

they are overseas workers
from Jeddah

they are talking about salaries
and other incentives

the thin one brags that he
can work overtime and on fridays
he sidelines as driver
in the desert
road

I am the D seat man
i close my eyes and take my sleep

the plane sails like a ship in
a very calm sea &

i really have nothing to say.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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