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.
Love the word play, beautifully written ♥️
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Thank you very much.
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My pleasure
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