"Starlights"
We sit at the City's edge
beneath the evening's flight pattern
as the light slowly changes
muting blue into gray
A mile above is the quiet hum of a DC-9
its headlights paving the way
Down here are the glittering lights from houses filled with people
who have a before and after and lives continuing beyond us.
And as you two decide which is better
the here and now or then...
I watch as your face
dims into night
And I can't make out much of anything
except the twinkling starlights of planes
lined up one by one to take the others away.
