11/13/2020

 

The Heart on Pluto (after Signal)

 

nitrogen ice holds

no interest where he points

 

a telescope, sees patterns on rock

y moons, satellites

 

connects dots that

might be lens smudges, smears

 

his reasoning, yet your

heart, and your heart

 

beats the surface

of his testimonials

[RK 11/13/2020]


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