Flagged
I couldn’t print my boarding pass-
See Agent’s what it said.
When I got it at the airport,
In the corner was, instead
Of the TSA Pre-check in print
Upon my husband’s form,
A mysterious S-S-S-S,
Not certainly the norm.
Our first flight late, we barely did
Connect to JFK.
At boarding, though, we both got flagged -
Bad things pile up that way.
My spouse got cleared but as for me,
I needed one more search
And wondered what would happen
If they left me in the lurch.
It’s awful feeling challenged
Like you’ve somehow done some wrong
And you aren’t welcome in the place
You know that you belong.
I’m writing this while in the air
But wonder, when I land,
If I’ll go through this twice
For reasons I don’t understand.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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