A More Breathtaking View
I stood still, watching in an airport gate,
Returning from stark mountains' stunning scopes:
I saw a mama keeping children straight;
A frazzled dad at the end of his rope;
A hungry pilot and a misanthrope;
An old and wrinkled man; two squealing tweens;
An artist with a long nose and a lope;
A sullen skater-boy; some patterned jeans;
A pair of bright blue eyes; a soccer team;
A navy suit; converse; wide smile; leather purse.
Why, all of nature's other sundry scenes
Comply and fill up every poet's verse.
But I, attempting to describe that place,
Have found I cannot paraphrase a face.