I know it's Valentine's Day and I should be posting some sappy love poem, but I don't feel like being trite. Anyway, I wrote this after a stint on the bleachers during a King's College football team practice.
Buried Treasure
Two high speed jets at separate times
Go tearing through the great blue yonder.
We watch their steady opposing climbs
Meet and pass in a thunder clap.
Their exhausted trails bleed white across
The vast expanse of cloudless sky
And I wonder if ever one did eye the other.
Mel exclaims, “There’s an X in the sky”
And I jokingly reply, “Perhaps that’s where
The treasure lies.”
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