Sunday, May 18, 2008
Bus Trip
Palmer returns triumphant, poetry in tow:
Bus Trip
Through the clouded night
binary stars passing
at the speed of light
distant red stars pulsing
left and right
square, round, diamond
galaxies reflecting
far off
buffeted by dark matter,
unseen hands
interstellar winds
rocking the bus
the cradle
Doug Palmer May 2008
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