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Transcience

 
The rose-tinged cerulean sky
held enough beauty to fill my day,
when suddenly planes from two directions
crisscrossed up there transcient perfection,
from north to south, from west to east -
a silver grid on sapphire pieced.

Would traffic stop, the world stand still?
In awe I stood - but then came the kill
from one that would not care in the least
to spoil eyes' feast by heading southeast.