The Plane

A jet-fueled torpedo
slices sound into
sharp-edged fragments
that sever wind’s
soft brush through pine
needles, splits blue
sky with a white
contrail that slowly
blurs with the plane’s
retreat across a far
horizon and roars
dissolve into a quiet
blush of breeze.

Richard Dinges, Jr. lives and works by a pond among trees and grassland, along with his wife, two dogs, three cats, and ten chickens. WINK, Green Hills Literary Lantern, SBLAAM, Roanoke Review, and Home Planet News most recently accepted his poems for their publications.