Dear French Boy from the Toronto Airport,
I don't need anything from you.
But when that boy across the bar
leans into that girl just like that,
I think maybe I do.
Thursday, July 26
Saturday, July 21
7/21/12, Air Canada Check-in Line
I ask the friendly boy in front on me where he's heading and he doesn't understand. "Going" is a better word for this young man, who has a great French accent but doesn't know much English. He's from France, and he's heading home now to Leon.
His blue eyes sparkle, and I realize I don't even know where Leon is. Or how to spell it.
Airports are exactly that.
His blue eyes sparkle, and I realize I don't even know where Leon is. Or how to spell it.
Airports are exactly that.
Tuesday, July 3
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