October Skies ©

Saturday, I saw in the sky a moon, a balloon, a jet.
The balloon, floated off to anyone's guess - Lansing?
The jet, too, climbed into the blue.
A predetermined destination; probably not Lansing.
The moon's vestige face - a reminder of more glowing times.
Saturday, I saw in the sky, a moon, a balloon, a jet.

    Lee House

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