How does one
write a poem about an
airport?  (I build airports.
Did you know?)
In the year 2000,
Houston Hobby needed more
gates.  So, the
City hired a contractor (us) and
we built a new concourse after we
pumped out all the water
Tropical Storm Allison
dumped on our job site.
It looks like a stealth
bomber.  The concourse,
not the tropical storm.
Anyway, this is not a poem.

© Hilary Clark ~ 3.14.17

See the quilt here.