
Sparkling golden hour:
the sun folds in on itself;
red wine stain remains.

Sparkling golden hour:
the sun folds in on itself;
red wine stain remains.

Cruising the runway,
waiting for life to take off—
dreamers on a plane.

Noses up in air,
pushing through the horizon,
ships arrive at port.

Unfazed by the world,
extravagant monuments:
trees by city lakes.