towards autumn end at nightfall take-off time
the plane ascending in clouds heavy below, and above
piercing through, the flow between heaven and earth all
in two small eyes
hands forming a shield against the cabin's dimmed lights
the sight is tied

moon lit clouds cast dark

	on red leaves dancing below

		the same reflexion

top lights
trays working their way up the aisle
behind closed eyes
these words still dancing on the mind
bent out again