Asleep In This Weightless Cradle

Asleep in this weightless cradle,
I dreamt of wolves and angels.

A thousand miles of sky couldn’t
keep me from you,

couldn’t keep parabolas of fire
from sloughing off my wings:

Holocaust dander to kiss your
lonely mountain.
I’ll leave your love letters drifting:

orbital effluvia
for all the world to read.

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