Awaiting Sweet Water
Russian rocket nudges ISS into higher orbit. Major
aeronautical and space programs compare incantations,
begin to recruit masked educators in big bang’s afterglow.
Three pediatricians lost during reentry. Nation mourns.
Five thousand astronauts assemble on the tarmac, clamoring
for throat structures that will not fall back into the airway,
block it. Looking south on Greenwich Street we no longer
see those towers. The oldest light in the universe has barely
reached our eyes when we close them, slip into sleep, no
longer able to keep them open. Experimental flame balls
do spectacular things in the on-board laboratory. Given this
kind of city, it comes as no surprise that more and more
young ladies are turning to careers in math. Nothing more
to say: thunder had an ear and a choice. Devil in details.
Halvard Johnson
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