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National Poetry Day
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It's National Poetry Day. The theme is "stars".

This one is about space, so close enough:

Peace and Tranquility

In whisper and hiss, the radio voices ghost out;
Thirty lightyears now on a fading front
From that point where a spark jumped the dark gap,
The merest fraction of the whole. In the dust sea
Of our tidebringer, the crumpled spider-form
Still bears the bold proclamation from all mankind;
The faint fingerings of solar wind or sunspot storm
Cannot stir or blur the footprint edges or tatter the flag.
But our reach outdid our grasp- this sterile scene
And five others akin, alone remain. Yet, consider:
The Moon stood bright above for eons, before even
That first prehuman dreamer trembled on treetop
Reaching for the prize. The stillness will wait up there,
Unchanging, for the time it takes for us to return.
- 7/20/1999

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I love your poetry. Lovely.

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