Come home, Astronaut
you have fallen from your position
above the earth so violently, fiery
crashing down charred into a field
how simple the farmer was to look
upon you as a meteor, a chunk of rock
but I knew you would be moving soon,
pretender, imaginator, illuminator--
I think you fell marvelously.
We should walk back to town and talk
or listen to our secret soundtracks in our skulls,
what song are you listening to?
mine sounds like fresh air
and I've been lookin' for a playmate like you
since I was a child,
come on astronaut
with your helmet under your arm
and my yellow cape flying behind me
lets go home together
we should play pretend today.
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