the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Day 28: Where Airplanes Go

I stepped into a cold car speaking yesterdays
That fogged the skyline through a dirty windshield.
With a suitcase in the back and a book bag in my lap
To keep me warm, future plans chattered out of steel bones:
Future dads that clamor out of sealed homes
With windowpanes that play dead
Until the lingering night fingers on to the west
Where I go now. Where they had gone.
What I had left, and how they moved on.
Where airplanes go and sink by the sea,
Why winds prevail without a sense of meaning.

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