SA-2 in a figurative desert
...long horizons spread in their mottled yellow and blue
The long white slender form rises. Touches the sky,
waiting... waiting... forever hoarily waiting.
since the old days, the Phantom ghosts, Rolling
during the years of Thunder
and since, the Storms have passed away
across the Deserts, those long stretches of staisis.
The cold long since gone, but not turning hot
Still waiting. Even now, while the Hornets collect their nectar
peacefully too and fro from their Enterprising nest.
Waiting for nothing, with that long pillar scratching the sky
while rotting.
Wasting away, still waiting, for an inevidible forever
in that cold windswept place.
Forever