I saw a plane flying overhead
against a blue background
framed in pine
at the head of a white vapour trail
a manufactured comet
streaking across the heavens
no sound
too high
it took less than a minute
to cross diagonally
south east to north west
now there’s just
a pale blue canvas
waiting to be painted
with a bird
a storm
a sunset
or another plane
destination unknown

Poets United Poetry Pantry #335