Silver bird in the clear blue sky,
Soundlessly making your way.
With those stiff wings how can you fly?
And in the sky manage to stay,
Till you come to Earth at the end of day.
Vapor trail against the blue,
Frozen particles in the stratosphere,
I saw trailing as you flew,
Quietly bringing up the rear.
So far away and yet so near.
8/15/10 Alton Texas
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