Pink clouds roll past.
The sun is in the distance.
Pines stand tall, with bottlebrush arms,
and my thoughts sway with them.
Planes blink their passing,
and beg my curiosity.
"He is by the sea" they say,
"We will take you there."
Salt droplets drift sideways,
spashing their arrival on my face
and washing clean the day
that is now almost over.
© Rachelle
[Written years ago and inspired by dots of planes as they float seemingly silently across the evening sky]
"Laugh, I Nearly Died"
by The Rolling Stones
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