This Concrete Place

this concrete place, splashed across low hills, like a snowball dropped from a tree, access roads, feed and draw blood, exhaust, hope, in ceaseless action, lights, recycled air, announced hurry hurry, these crowded lives of impatient luggage, frustrated by plastic smiles and jet-lag weight, made for wonder, that eager escape, a sad, temporary space played out like a garden's folly, a lonely leaving, a welcome home, borne on impossible wings.