
Astronaut Sonnet
She floats in orbit
around the pole
wearing a skintight
see-through spacesuit.
She scans the club,
observing the primitives
who slip green paper
into her Möbius garter.
She doesn’t belong,
neither angel nor alien,
strutting eight inches
above the earth.
Marooned by her craft—
tethered to this dreary planet.
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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Love the word play, beautifully written ♥️
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Thank you very much.
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My pleasure
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