spring: trails

The sun comes rising up to bleach
the pictures of seasons past.
The old must make way for the new
as broken fences rust.

Across blue cloudless skies the planes
trailing smoke in springtime days,
while lonesome people cry as their
lovers are taken away.


being in the vacinity of 2 major airports (O'Hare and Midway) pretty much means that most days the skies are covered with the trails left behind by planes. i've always had this thing for planes. everytime i see one, i'd imagine where it was going, and what the people on it must be thinking. how many people on each plane were leaving the people they loved behind?

spring is the season of renewal, but quoting every new beginning does come from some other beginning's end. and when you fly towards anything, there is always something you're leaving behind.