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Clifton Redmond

(7-4-1982 / Carlow)

Heading West


Jet tracks in the open sky
sailing slowly, west

Its ivory tail
like a centipede

Like a streak of chalk
the perfect line
but fades and grows
and sometimes dies
swallowed by a jealous cloud

If you listen carefully
you can just about hear
its constant hum
and distant echo

Every day I watch them
sailing, slowly
like a snail comet
through the wide untouched sky

And I take a breath
or sometimes sigh
in vague reflection
of that brush stroke
dragged across this vast blue setting
the canvas of my heart

But if I keep my stare
eventually
as everything
it disappears

The common sight
of all those dreams
giving chase to the sun
sailing slowly, heading west

Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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