Singing the Blues Between Mars and Jupiter
I sit here on this oblong asteroid,
atop this pirouetting asteroid,
recalling the adventures we enjoyed,
those times we tumbled in low gravity,
the thrill of tumbling in low gravity
like butterflies when you and I were “we.”
I hurtle through the void among the dust.
I hurtle with the stones and with the dust.
Sweep me to Earth on a tangent solar gust.
Once more we’ll skip and play in mutual orbit.
We’ll trip and dance and dart in mutual orbit
and feel each wave of moonlight and absorb it.
Come visit. Girl, don’t give me the cold shoulder.
Unfreeze the ancient ices on this boulder!
(Appeared in Tilt-a-Whirl.)