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Space = Love, Einstein thought Remembering his feet, his garden The orbiting planets. A breath like summer, like eternity Rises from somewhere And finds the earth still remains in our bodies The remains of earth still lean toward the sun With a love called gravity, With a song spun between the burning, falling stars. Energy matters, thought Einstein Remembering his footsteps, the worms turning in his garden, The glowing gas of nebulae. Stand next to me. Hold your hand out, palm up. See how mine gravitates toward yours, Seeking warmth with an awareness of each atom Seeking to make the space between us small And the mystery grow wider. |
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Premiere Issue (Issue #1), June, 1998 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.