My love affair with Billy Collins
I was seated in 17C. He sat alone in 14C.
If my posture was both correct and very erect, I could see him. I could see his head and fractions of his body.
Two of his all-time very best books, “Flying Around the Room” and “Nine Horses” were in my carry-on bag. I was just reading the poems in “The Art of Drowning” last week. Did I conjure him up? Was he traveling alone? What was he reading? Could we do lunch?
I saw him dive into his carry-on and pull out massive Bose headphones. No subtle message there. If ever there was an object that screamed, “Do not talk to me,” its the “Big Boys Bose” headphones.
Craning my neck, I saw a small fraction of his head, shoulder and arm. I casually stretched to gain a better…
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