"Catching the glimpse of the sun gleaming off the smallest patch
Of far, far away metal in the..."
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- k-frances
Catching the glimpse of the sun gleaming off the smallest patch
Of far, far away metal in the sky,
Just before it disappears forever behind a white puff of cloud.
I don’t even see that it’s a plane; still I know
From the instant of blinding sun gleam
What it is, but going where?
From the smallishness of you as you caught a ray of sun
You are high, high in the sky,
Traveling a long distance to an awaited place I’ve never been.
A burning in my chest overtakes me; I must know
To what asphalt will your sky kissed wheels
Kiss next?
- k-frances
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