In The Wake Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In The Wake



White lines stretching in every direction
across the sky, left in the wake of many
jets.

Flying above, taking passengers, unseeing
of them, to destinations all over the world.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014
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