Student Publishing Program ::

Juhee Park

At an airport once again

A plane, pulled by strings, rises higher into the sky

And my eyes trail its tail, wondering how and why.

Fading into a corner smudged with fingerprints

That must have belonged to those that came and went before me,

I lose the sight of the plane but find myself upon the glass.

The sky lifts another plane and my eyes trace that one too

Wondering if it has someone else’s daddy in it, just

wondering if her worries follow like mine do.

I already miss you.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]