This morning a jet from the Air Force Base Split the sky in two with a contrail Set ablaze by the rising sun. It cut a line across the clear blue sky And disappeared beyond the far off mountains. I watched it as those razor edges Yielded to celestial winds And began the transformation Into wispy clouds across the heavens. It wasn’t long until the jet’s invasion Of the peaceful dawning of the day Disappeared, and only I Was witness to its transgression. ljm
Morning Walk number: lost count. Always something new to see.