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watching

The planes have never flown this close
grazing the leaves of my forgotten plants.
This room keeps a sliver of mossy acres.
From the sills of the skies I bear witness
to buildings in the distance crowned by clouds.
The birds resemble constellations
I’ve seen layered in the folds of a dress.
On this day the rumbling of the subway
echoes through my charcoal caverns. The ones
burrowed hand-in-hand.
Gazing upwards, I wonder
if this plane is the one that cradles you.