Poem 623 – Thirty Degrees

Plane trails bisect the midday sky;
The blue is cleaved in two. We sit.
Below the whole world sleeps,
Even the birds are silent and still.

At a family gathering today, sitting outside seeking shade.
(12.07.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Cadu de Castro Alves on Unsplash

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