counted twenty high
planes crisscrossing the sky
all afternoon yesterday
every one of them
leaving a straight line
trail white gray in color
each one of them spreading
across the clearest sky
seen in days
it’s probably nothing
is what I always hear
when I point it out to others
but what if by the slightest chance
it is something we can clearly see
what it is because it’s
obviously not nothing...
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