Into a blue sky
Over the sea’s dark-blue horizon
My concentration is disturbed
Another aeroplane takes off
I turn to watch the new departure
When I turn back
The speck of silver
Which I had been following is gone
I repeat this process
Though I will not repeat it
In the poem
Other than to say
That this is the line up of transitory life
It is the path that many follow
One day you may engage
With the specks of silver
As if they speak of your pastimes
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