the following poem was written in response to this image--for online poetry class
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sails are spun from comet dust, stitched with light that cannot rust. The stars do not flicker-they hang, constant, like distant buoys in a black ocean. No wind here, only the pull of invisible hands urging the ship through the dark. Sometimes, a planet drifts by~ a stranger I will never meet. The hull creaks, remembering Earth.
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