Overlay

in poem •  7 years ago 

A jet is drawing a white line across a cloudless blue sky.

I see blue and white
where others see
chem trails, weather control, government conspiracies..

That isn't where I apply my overlay.

I apply it to a life
of repeated mistakes,
new situations morphing into
old ones,
groundhog days.

I don't know if there's really a government conspiracy,
don't know if there are chemicals added to jet exhaust,
but I'm pretty sure I keep making the same mistakes
time and again.

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