Black Holes, Monoliths, and Other Space Debris
Could you be serious for one minute? She asked.
Like the Dog Star? I quipped.
Radiant I glowed, and in the moment, basked;
Inexplicably, the next, I tripped.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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