Mid-Atlantic Reflection
My plane chases the sun across a sky that is divided into hemispheres of
retreating light and advancing dark.
Looking forward I cannot see my destination and my origins are dim.
Yet the shadow over my shoulder does grow longer
as the darkness creeps west
Glow, afterglow, gone
Sent to London: It was like he was asking me to go on a suicide mission, not meet with our London team.
My plane chases the sun across a sky that is divided into hemispheres of
retreating light and advancing dark.
Looking forward I cannot see my destination and my origins are dim.
Yet the shadow over my shoulder does grow longer
as the darkness creeps west
Glow, afterglow, gone
Sent to London: It was like he was asking me to go on a suicide mission, not meet with our London team.
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