• Contrails

    by Kory Milar

    A long white trail across the sky
    Like a brush stroke slowly painted
    Upon a limitless blue canvas

    I look down for a moment
    Lost in creativity

    When my gaze meets the sky once more
    The creator has vanished into the sun
    And the blue has begun to engulf the
    brushstroke
    A fleeting message, one straight line
    A single scar mars the azure skin of the
    universe…
    and then it’s gone.

    I like to pretend, for a moment
    That God was bored up there
    So he ran his finger, ever so slowly,
    Ever so gently, along the barrier,
    Between Heaven and Earth.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on March 18, 2011

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner

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