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Space

Guess that’s it for the space program?

Lately, dreams of a body with no feet

my mother’s ashes at dusk, a baby

born from a box that is my stomach.

 

In the morning I know to leave my alarm

on the other side of the room, that space between

waking and getting out of bed is galaxies

away.       Discovery

 

landed smack back in Florida –

 

crowds stood to cheer

 

space returned home

 

for good.

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