In utter delirium
the planets collide.
It's ironic -- they
look like spaceships
ricocheting off of mountains
that look like asteroids.
Giant sparks fly -- like
lightning in the turbulence
of zero gravity.
Time stops. Then stands
and waits for the next orbit
around the sun. The victory lap,
it's called in one place,
A birthday, in another.
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Poetrylove poems to strangers i'll never meet; an ode to heartbreak and the bleak divine-ness of it all. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2020 by Kate H.
