Flash point - 38 degrees.

Tonight, at
dusk
I went out to the airport
and watched
planes take off for heaven
through rays of dusty sunlight
and dusky clouds
Jealous, I wished
I could go with them, but alas
flying without you
is hypothetical and
unreal
flying without you
simply doesn't happen.
So they flew
up
up
and away
without me
and on my way home,
the petrol station attendant
had to help me put gas
in the car.