The sky's almost as high as they say it is.
Steel grey, not blue.
and fiercely cold.
Somewhere up there sunlight
flashes off metal
impossibly high
incredibly fast
chasing the sun
spinning white cloud
But we're earthbound.
The bus still hasn't come.
We're late for work.
We aren't looking at each other.
We're all staring at the sky.
We're all thinking the same thing.
Loop-the-Loop, buddy. Cmon.
Do a Big Fat Loop.
...yeah |
Submission Name: Vapour Trail
