free verse
The wake of an airplane
makes me wistful
of all the
journeys
I did not
do,
of all the
journeys
I will do.
Steam drops
hold together
by
God’s
breath,
telling
about other worlds,
temporary and dissolving.
Nobody knows
the destination.
Sometimes
we hope
to have
perceived it.
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“I write what I couldn’t tell anyone”. writer. poet, observer. Relationship. Parenting. Personal Growth. Enchanted with life. Thin Skin/amazon.com
