stars rise and airplanes crash
it’s simply a matter of fact
some are easily seen
while others fly under the radar
undetectable by programmable spotlights
trained to find the impossible
from way up high everything looks fine
like peaches & cream accentuated
with dark chocolate
& sweet kisses
it’s hard to spot blemishes & skirmishes
from a million miles away
fires burning down cities
look like street lamps lighting up rain-soaked streets
alleys & avenues are drenched with fire
local aircraft either hovering or grounded
the stars of the sky eerily absent
unable to be wished upon
may two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
caught inside the crossfire
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