tagging the sky

we mark our territory
and write “I was here”
everywhere we go
even the sky is sullied
by the spray-can jets,
tagged with their graffiti
of criss-crossing contrails

One of the positives of social distancing and travel restrictions is the sky is clean. Before COVID-19, the contrails of the Melbourne-Sydney route were a daily feature of the early morning and evening sky here. Now if only something could be done about the skyglow from Canberra that ruins the view of the stars to the south-west…

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