Places Melt
No place is separate,
I’m struggling with it.
To be more accurate,
I’m struggling to say anything
past it. Which inch
of the solar system do you wish
you could put on a
platter and carry out, hors d'oeuvre
made from streamers
and the room the party is held in.
Love it...
ReplyDeleteI'm reading The Fabric of the Cosmos at the moment and the first line of this poem sums up how I feel about it!
ReplyDeleteI'll take Pluto, please.
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