The Goldilocks Zone
Planets churn around the sun
spinning on gravity wands
like campfire marshmallows
and only one is perfectly bronzed.
A ladle of life pouring into a blue pond
overflowing onto the emerald land
petaled paths guiding the footfall of man.
Other orbs burning to hot or to cold
but may yet have their day in the sun,
be perfectly bronzed like a king's battle crown
lying on a crystal blessed beach in the Goldilocks zone.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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