I’m watching aeroplanes go
One after the other, they disappear
Into the beautiful, post-sunset sky
They’re like shooting stars
Like twinkling dreams
Like a memory being swirled out of my mind
They’re like sparkles of AugustLeaving me once more
Lights of the plane reminding me
That August will be back again
I’ll be waiting so impatiently
For my dear friend
Who am I without you, Summer
I guess I’ll find out soon enough
Come back soon
And wait,
I think I hear another aeroplane
(What a show.)