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Poetry

On Rockets

When I was a child

my father used to take me
to a field by our house to launch
model rockets into the air. My sleep,
then, was haunted by fallout lost monsters.

We’d watch the grey streamers streak their way toward

what I assured me was not heaven.

September 2nd, 2009

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One thought on “On Rockets

  1. beautiful!

    Posted by Jingle | February 21, 2010, 5:24 pm

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