10.25.2012

maybe astronauts

Here in our cocoon, wrapped
in blankets & good intentions
your protective cover lulls me
until the Scientist stops by
with a pocket full of stars
& you offer him a free ride.
Then blasted hell breaks loose
and I wind up on the ceiling.

9 comments:

  1. I love this, Marian.. both the cocoon days, and the days of astronauts..we never know when there will be stars on offer, or if our scrapings will have to be removed from the ceiling. (I get that.)

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  2. Here's a feather duster, while you're up there. And a new light bulb...

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  4. Oops! I meant to say: that's why I stopped picking up scientists!

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  5. I really loved this. That's all.

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  6. Love the scientist with his pocket full of stars!

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  7. wow! this one packs a punch...brilliant. x

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  8. thank you! i love when you come around :)

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