Bronny's Rocket Scratchie
this ticket was purchased
a long way back
gold tipped like a pyramid
astronauts brought
when we were only kids
(memory's all gravel and scratch)
our age was harmless speculation
took off some skin and all sorts of dings
we bounced around like dodgems then
till a dinner gong called us in
now the sun is under a rocketship sky
further down, see another one's sunk
smudge clouds make an horizon
a kind of curved geometry
gravity keeps the littlies falling
a distance proportional to the square
of elapsed... ouch the boat is lost
that brought us across
those pines of the distance
about to take off
no knowing which way
they'll fly
Ha. Both poem and painting terrific. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kit!
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