The sun falls out of sight
leaving in its wake a lingering red
which paints February trees and
rotting 20’s era bungalows
against the horizon.
and fucking creep out
poorly sealed windows
skirting amongst frozen swimming pools
and littered lawns before finally
being overcome by 747’s flying low overhead
in final descents.
Many passengers sit
with faces stuck to the windows
thanking God for four-year degrees
and general well-being. Others
impatiently watch the seatbelt sign while
slapping cell phones open, closed and open again
anxious to turn them back on
cursing a moment’s discomfort.