the setting sun from
office window
a thousand gold
coins laid over
a horizon of
black trees
in a moment of
listening to Fleetwood
Mac’s “Never going
back again”
a plane flying
into it
a little cut
the sky heals itself
of instantly
the setting sun from
office window
a thousand gold
coins laid over
a horizon of
black trees
in a moment of
listening to Fleetwood
Mac’s “Never going
back again”
a plane flying
into it
a little cut
the sky heals itself
of instantly
