on the lower level
This was my NaHaiWriMo haiku for the December 4th prompt,"level," inspired by my recent trip to Boise via LAX.
Some people might see this as a negative poem, the "oh, LA, all that traffic" stereotype. But, I love landing at LAX after midnight and then relishing the traffic at that hour as a sign I've returned to civilization from some lonely airport where no one is there. Landing in an empty airport always feels creepy to me, so landing in LA where there sre all sorts of people around even at 1 am feels comforting.