Conversations the Other Day
An archive of scribblings.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
A line in the sky
I saw no jet,
only the faint white scar where it passed,
like a fleeing thought
streaking across
the infinite ceiling in my head
and then lost.
(Inspired by
HVP's photo
.)
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