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		<title>Traveling People Part I — Dissociative Blues</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2011 13:46:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Robert McMullen]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She has tears and red eyes In the airport Sitting just steps &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; Away Waiting to fly Waiting to escape her broken world Waiting She bows her head Down Staring into the palms &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; Of her hands Lines Of a life she thought was hers Lost eyes run along the line until It comes to [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>She has tears and red eyes<br />
 In the airport<br />
 Sitting just steps<br />
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Away<br />
 Waiting to fly</p>
<p>Waiting to escape her broken world</p>
<p>Waiting<br />
 She bows her head<br />
 Down<br />
 Staring into the palms<br />
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of her hands</p>
<p>Lines<br />
 Of a life she thought was hers<br />
 Lost eyes run along the line until<br />
 It comes to an end<br />
 And there she lingers</p>
<p>Waiting</p>
<p>Just steps away<br />
 Her decision is rising up</p>
<p>In the solitude of her soul</p>
<p>She stands on the edge of some precipice—<br />
 A woman<br />
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; who is so lonely<br />
 A woman<br />
 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; who is so lost</p>
<p>Out in the ocean where<br />
 there is no sight of land<br />
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A woman who is long suffering<br />
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; waiting for a sign—</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;…Then<br />
 Her phone rings…</p>
<p>_______________________</p>
<p>Yet, she is distant<br />
 Eyes unfocused<br />
 So far away<br />
 Her phone is ringing</p>
<p>Just five steps away<br />
 In a distant land<br />
 She comes to an end</p>
<p>Her phone is ringing louder longer<br />
 Demanding to be answered</p>
<p>_______________________</p>
<p>But it no longer matters<br />
 For the woman who had tears and red eyes<br />
 Waiting in an airport<br />
 So close to me and so far from me</p>
<p>Has flown away to some distant place</p>
<p>Her flight has been called…</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em>This poem placed second in the 2009 Wild Violet Poetry Contest.</em></p>
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