for Steve Levine

you can watch the planes at night

if such is your pleasure

stars no longer being visible in cities

instead you watch these machines

eastbound to LaGuardia and Kennedy

westbound to Newark and beyond

and everywhere the glow

unmistakable

from the planes they realize

there are people down below

you are one of them

dart the helicopters ever so quickly

as on an electric-lit night in Manhattan?

will it ever stop?

this motion

trails across the dome

as real as humankind

nowhere it is silent

it is us, we are humming