flies, my evening watching
the skies turn starlight through this
thin veil of atmosphere. 6,800 feet
in the air feels like watching them back
home St. Francois mountains;
sky-stained humidity-shimmers
and dog-fight planes. despite this light
pollution leaking business park,
you hide on the dark side
of a building and the milky way
leaps out from behind the trees!
today the jet trails stay all day
the sky a reflection of the blue i feel
diving directly into the pine blight peaks
it's really nothing, just like Buddha.
it's nothing, really.
