Airport Scan
I have been observing a southwest roadrunner
hunt in the desert, chasing lizards
with the intensity of a single girl seeking a mate,
ravenous eyes searching and green
as they scan and scan again, as they gaze and gape.
Imagine that she's an ordinary girl working
at an airline booth. Her sweet smile fits right in.
Endless hours churn behind the Plexiglas window
of the ticket counter, every hour the same. On the brow
of each day, perspiration trickles.
Unaware, the passengers don't see her, scanning
for a prospective victim. Her eyes are fixed
on a certain man like a bird of prey.
She would ingest him whole if she could,
subdue him, take him to her nest.
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