February 15, 2014

Be Mine


Jets from L.A.
trail white vapor,
sky writing valentines
going nowhere.

They're too high
to know we're dots
by the pool, 
still looking
for love
pie in the sky.

They cannot see
the sun far behind them, 
on their way east
into darkness,
thinking they'll land
somehow, somewhere,
before they just
disappear.

2/12/2014