We're an excited, nervous crowd
of strangers trying not to show it.
I'm here for a lady, one particular face.
But I'm watching the women around me,
how, one by one, they fold their magazines,
put the lipstick away in purses and transform.
Their lights blaze and beckon, some
good ground to land on in the night.
Fathers and friends, lovers and brothers --
women only smile this way when
their men get off planes.
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