Oct/Nov 2004 Poetry Special Feature

plane plains

by Dorothy Lang

plane plains

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

hosting streets connect
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 rosebuds

dating back
to the year of
the great sky

the next frontier
waits behind
the horizon


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