The Poet and the Performer
She was the last to board the jetliner
And had to stand forlorn
As they found a seat for her.
Clutching a fat paperback
With no aide nor lackey in sight
She was flying to keep her date
With the film maker for a filming
And I was leaving my family and land
To keep my job ten thousand miles from home.
She would be feted and pampered for sure
A cine star or starlet in limelight
The richest in the new order of times.
We landed at the big city airport
Came down the stairs and stood
In the shade of the huge plane.
Our eyes met, a casual moment
Of shared thoughts and taking notes.
Each engulfed in concerns our own
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