Sunday, May 7, 2017
050717
objects in motion
a poem in ships
a station
and a billion bits of debris
approach your dock slowly
wipe that egg and burger
off your screen, hope the locks mate
without a broken spanner in the works
Labels:
physics,
poem,
science fiction,
sf,
ship,
space,
space junk,
station
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