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Motley
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The Hudson Review
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July 1, 2008
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Because of jetlag, perhaps, or the defective
controls and the six-hour Heathrow wait,
or her husband and missing him, she longed
to touch the hair of the man sitting there,
empty black leatherette seat between them,
the usual belts and shackles, and there was
something about the texture of it, thick
straight, wiry (different from her husband's
silky white)-the blue-blackness of it,
the threads of grey-and he was looking
up from his Times, studying the screen,
the jerking line that traced the plane's
path, and there was something in the way
he looked up at it, open, pleased, not
like her husband's tenseness, while down
below fields of rape blazed ...