Sky Paths
geese are arriving or going
straight lines crisscross the sky
a history of contrails
in a blue honking yonder
under
a brightly birthed daylight
eyesight cannot settle
but dazzles
upon fleeting wingtips
geese continue to fly
through gaps in time
ghost planes still roar
over unseen horizons
a peddle bike and hunched rider
whoosh past me
a streetlamp sprints
around my eyes
whichever way I go
the sky gets there before me
only to redraw the shape
of what has only just now -
occurred
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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