Airplane wrapped in a terry cloth towel
disappears before our eyes;
the day’s too moist to dry.
Shivers as clouds touch ground,
a flash fog letdown,
reminding us not every day can wear
a sparkling crown,
and as far as our ambitions go,
we’ll have to learn to tone it down.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
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