Salt Lake City, golden hour
windows closing cut the shower
shining past the control tower
smacks against the plane
rejected light forms rivers, pooling
right beneath the engines, cooling
should be warmer, what’s this fooling?
the flight alights in vain
mercy dark, climbing higher
pilot’s got the holy fire
blind but he’s a frequent flier
seeking light left lame
I like the formula for this, nice rhyme scheme!