Airstrike

Airstrike

My finger drags the plane through the sky
stringing a line between trees
and as I lie in the grass
we call in coordinates for the strike,
left of the pine and past the bathouse.
The children in the yard,
struggling to breath between laughs,
are unsuspecting of the raid
set to drop the disappointment
that it is time for dinner.
October 06, 2019
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