Plane Plains

an hour after take off
pools of city lights
shining green they unfold
into nameless triangles

hosting streets connecting
invisible lakes of darkness

forming square fields

following life lines

their pulse will wake again
each early morning
to a stone bell
sleeping underneath

the brick safety
of old ceilings

next to rhubarb roots

next to rose buds

dating back to the year of
the great sky crossing

the next frontier
is waiting behind
the horizon
asleep

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