Untitled - July 11, 2001

As the haze of clouds
move across the heavens,
a slow trail of white
is left lingering 
against pale blue.

The single moment of silence
is broken by the roar
of engines against
fine gravel.

A rough wheel
spins helplessly
in the air.

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