I wonder.
If, so long ago, no one had had the idea to make pictures in the sky--
if it was up to our generation to draw the constellations--
if the cosmos would be filled with iPods and robots,
ear buds and Ferraries.
Instead of the Big and Little Dippers, we'd have the Classic and Nano.
Instead of Ursas, we'd have mini-vans.
And there really would be aliens out among the stars.
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Approaching Zero
PoéziaLove poems that are creepy because sometimes love is scary and bad for you.