They say, don’t they,
it’s love making
the world go round,
beneath our feet
spinning ground,
that our joy, our hurt,
our fears, our mirth
come from the linear
orbital velocity
of the Earth.

So trite, yet somehow true:
beings soaring into the blue,
hearts as one.
Above is love.

An old joke dusted off and refurbished


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