planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
never again to fly
up in the sky's terrains
planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
sent to the Mojave Desert's
dry weather vanes
planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
parked forever out of
the corosive rains
planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
lie idle within their
grounded lanes
I've used the poetic device of repetition in the piece.