a small flash of plane in the justnow night
heading straight for the light
shattering and shuddering target
a constellation
then a memory
no trail to trace and seek
a path to know where
mark the spot a chart would course
explosions eroding the dark
the smoke a mop that blots the mess
bright flash from a tiny window
how I wonder what you see
Saturday, July 1, 2017
1 july
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