GRAVITATIONAL PULL (“Under A Common Moon” – 2021 August Postcard Poems)

“Tell me, my darling, what it means to be a satellite?”

To be tethered by the pull

of a beautiful body

Never to leave its orbit

Is exquisite agony

Balanced on the edge

Of a most fragile universe

(Copyright 2021)

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