AMSTERDAM AIRPORT

I’ve never been in Amsterdam

Laid out Playmobil town

A primary color wheel with plastic tables, plastic chairs

Clean cut river through a clean cut field

House like my friend’s prize Playmobil

Welcome Starbucks, flat white in hand

Blonde baristo with a beautiful accent

Plastic tables plastic chairs

Laid out like a primary color wheel

Chops like potato, cubes of Dutch dairy

I’ve never been in Amsterdam before:

Hear I am in the primary color wheel

I’d rather live in the real world

I thought was plastic but this is it:

That’s life: the opening, the closing

Coming, departing

Hear the airplanes.

WICKER'S WORLD

Gilt mirror and

Letters on the wall:

Eat, Drink, Relax

Your coffee, your bun

Log in, drift out

Old couples in and out

Biddies at their tea

Me at my laptop

Just outside under boats

Docked in the fishboat bay

North Sea hits Atlantic.

SINK OR SWIM

Sick on the interstate

I pondered the thought of not here

Driven so far off the road I could

Never, sinking in oceans.

Off-water and across the roadless

This land is a place too:

They ask if I drowned on the way

I’m swimming where I want to be.