the sky is gray
the clouds are blinding
until a soft crack!
of pink lightning shows me, rosily,
the plane passing overhead.
in my mind there’s a woman onboard,
wet-lipped and radiant,
savoring a medium-sweet wine,
flying through the storm.
she’ll be somewhere
in a ballroom tonight.
she is there,
I am here.
I am home.
she passes over me
deep blue sky overtakes gray
and we are elated
in streams of our own
Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 3:40 PM UTC
the sky is gray
the clouds are blinding
until a soft crack!
of pink lightning shows me, rosily,
the plane passing overhead.
in my mind there’s a woman onboard,
wet-lipped and radiant,
savoring a medium-sweet wine,
flying through the storm.
she’ll be somewhere
in a ballroom tonight.
she is there,
I am here.
I am home.
she passes over me
deep blue sky overtakes gray
and we are elated
in streams of our own
one line inspired by "somewhere tonight" by beach house.
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