Meeting
Your Plane
The night nurse plane that ferried you home
Pulled covers of high desert blue over
The unmade bed of the day, careless meringue
In the rearview mirror, sanctification ahead
Drifting in the back pew of the cellphone lot
Dancing embers of arrivals and departures
From some distant bonfire where we'll huddle
Beneath a harvest moon, stars and planets
Skating holding patterns on a black ice pond.
No comments:
Post a Comment