Plane Sailing


Comments like a bleating hornet

Swiping nothing like consequences

In a pragmatic overlay

Creeping lonesome in treasure seekers

Copious filter lights shadows the form

Making beams supporting the

Overflow of sentient parables

Leafing through my mind soaked pond

When the light grows dim

And the sound fades like a lost wind

Breezing through the soft trees

Caressing me in a moment

And so the days attach themselves

Like train carriages to the night

And haul my memories of the day

Like a drawbridge in a glade

Of a dappled spring moment singing to me