Through my open window,
Darth Vadar breathes from nearby—
the death-rattle of a voyager,
guttural gasps,
marking journey’s end.  

We’ve watched their silent descent
from our window looking east,
progenitors of zeppelins long gone,
making landfall,
seeking empty desert—
spaces now fewer
as the city encroaches.  

Six old guys
marveling like children:
the highlight of our day.