A Curious Case of Contact
There really is a red button
that lights up the evening sky,
initiating a launch sequence
of reigning rockets,
raining rockets,
rattling earrings and lockets,
each pilot ready to dock its
payload followed by an emptying of pockets.
Just beyond her glass windowsill
fuselages of all dimensions standby for launch,
aligned on mount to the next sky deity,
and yet as I appraise these signs of interstellar contact
there’s an interrogating twist to my elbow
– and the plea of “Stop staring!” asked of me.
Author’s note: Strolling the streets of Amsterdam, a recollection of time with my new bride and our unexpected turn into its famed Red Light District.
“In Amsterdam, the water is the mistress and the land the vassal.”
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