Like a giants arm
Crawling across the tarmac
Its joints creak and seep.
Sat in the seat, the window steams as all the passengers
breath
Merge and condense
The arm is wounded
Water slowly drips through the cracks
A small stream works down the plastic connections
Dragging down all the dirt down its skin
An off brown stain ending with a drip onto my foot.
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