
Fleeting characters:
passers by in my story—
clouds of all sizes.

Fleeting characters:
passers by in my story—
clouds of all sizes.

Ever expanding;
a city that never sleeps—
concerning waistline.

Humans fly away;
a sliver of greenery—
all that’s left behind.

The ship and her crew:
cheery sun and scattered clouds,
steer the day along.

At the edge of Earth—
our airplane glides silently
we’re a pale blue dot.