Vapor Train Reflected In The Frog Pond
The old watch: their
by Galway Kinnell
puff and foreclose by the moon.The young, heads
trailed by the beginnings of necks,
in the guarantee they shall be bodies.
In the frog pond
the vapor trail of a SAC bomber creeps,
I hear its drone, drifting, high up
in immaculate ozone.