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Monday 29 January 2018

NEW POEM - 'SPACE JUNK'

They say
that bits of rusty satellite
float around
the sky at night,

that up there, just beyond
the earth’s atmosphere,
hunks of broken debris
drift forlornly.

So I look up and think:
what else
might be stuck there
longing for warmth and love?

An alien’s
homesick teddy, perhaps,
or an astronaut cut loose
from her spaceship.

Maybe there’s a block
of cosmic moon-cheese,
or the spent match
that lit the Big Bang.

If I squint hard enough
I think I can make out
Saturn’s missing
wedding ring

and a lost
love letter
from Neptune
to Pluto

just beyond
the earth’s atmosphere
up there

                        drifting.


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