From NASA with love #80: recalling the one I love

the names of the sisters escape me but seven they are seven the weave of their hair laid across my face hides them from my view clouds my thinking except … but … I should not be here so late alone at night so far from that home of mine why am I here the … Continue reading From NASA with love #80: recalling the one I love

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arrow and about

swift and straight it flies like an arrow it must be an arrow it is not me I meander I turn around sometimes but I am an arrow too I arrive to pierce the heart in a roundabout way I stay true through all circumlocutions perhaps maybe it could be me after all if I … Continue reading arrow and about