Twilight
October 10, 1995
Jets
weave crisscrosses
through the sunset's blushing,
laced highways
across autumn's crisp sky,
highways too wispy to travel on,
fading away
like night dreams
in the first gray mist.
Jets
weave crisscrosses
through the sunset's blushing,
laced highways
across autumn's crisp sky,
highways too wispy to travel on,
fading away
like night dreams
in the first gray mist.