The midnight plane with its flying lights
looks like an unloosed star
wandering west through blue-black night
to where the mountains are,
a star that’s come so close to earth
to tell each quiet farm and little town,
‘Put out your lights, children of earth. Sleep warm.’~Frances Frost, “Night Plane”
The world from above. In the coming days, there should be many a moment of looking down from the star that has come close to earth.
I leave tomorrow for abroad. I’m back on the road. Stay tuned…
-Noah D.
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