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