Trails of the Skies and Water

Ripples and shimmers

A solitary boat speeding along

Leaving a trail of disruption

Another pulling along

With a frothy tail like

An airplane would

Leave in the sky

Glints and sparkles

Coming from below

Creating movement

From stationary buildings

And further out

A foggy, hazy, lazy sky

Like something out of a painting

Idealized smog

Taxiing on the Runway

In a dusty hue

Too yellow to be orange

And too orange to be yellow

But hazy and fading

Nonetheless

One teeny bright dot

Approaches

After another

The entire horizon

Capped in rain clouds

Dripping slowly

It’s as if there was

A canvas of color

Covered in a drab gray

And someone erased

Just the lower 16th

As soon as one light

Becomes large enough

To be identifiable

As a plane coming in

For a landing

Twinkle, twinkle little star

Another plane is not too far