Apollo 37
When I was seven I found out
that there would be no parachutes after re-entry.
We would reach Mars
or perhaps only Earth's Moon
depending on the direction and thrust.
We would conduct our experiments
finish some work previous scientists had left
train the new ones
and then we would head home.
We would re-enter Earth's atmosphere as planned
but there would be no parachutes
no gentle descent to the Sea Kings.
There wouldn't be any more missions.
This one had to matter.
At seven I was excited for the trip
and I'm excited again.
Copyright © Jeffrey Louis Rosenspan | Year Posted 2019
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