The plane just landed from Phoenix.
Stopping at the gate twenty-six.

All passengers hurriedly exited the plane.
Some alone and others with a cane.

Lines formed at the immigration desks.
As few officers performed the checks.

People got busy on their phones.
As one could hear different tones.

When the carousel finally started running.
All checked-in bags started coming.

“Can someone help locate my bag?”
Screamed a lady looking for her bag.

Once outside the main terminal gates.
Everyone met their families and mates.

The journey ended, tiring and long.
Everyone smiled and said so long.
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