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Warns me not to show my rug sack when we walk past customs
back into the inner bowels.
Suitcase found! Run, again,
to catch the shuttle to terminal 2.
At check-in I am teary when she shows compassion. Luggage fee waived by the budget airline,
as my credit card did not work
and I could miss the plane.
“You go – I’ll check in your case.” Security searches in soft-spoken kindness. “That way -- Run!”
At the gate, even time left to envy
the leggy mum and three littlees trailing onto the plane like ducklings. Boarded for Halifax well after midnight.
At two pm outside this small airport, one taxi parked in icy winds
my only option.
For an hour I hang onto the edge as we speed and skirt
Nova Scotia’s corners.