Skien
Despite the temporary V shaped scar
they always leave behind
Now faded and invisible to the naked eye
The fact remains, they scythed
a very pretty swathe indeed and for a moment
They left their signature across our star filled sky
Twas there and then; I swear they moved as one
Oh’ yes, they surely did my friend
and our beloved sky was no less perfect for them
But now they are gone
And I need to find a purpose
I am cold and sense an early autumn …