For a time, The earth spins below me
Borderless and silent from on high
Thoughts, like the globe, rest objectively
Mountains emerge with my descent
And the tiny residents do not notice
As I quietly burn up in the atmosphere
What did you think?
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Clever ...
and I think you should send it to David Summers at Tales of the Talisman. He's always looking for short poems for the magazine.
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