Rockets roar behind me as I train my spyglass upon more wondrous thoughts Beyond wayward Pluto lie systems much like ours to which my spirit flees
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As viral fears are replaced with the mad threat of nuclear war my eye searches fondly upward a queen bee looking for a nest My heart cries to Andromeda and nearby Alpha Centauri with an innocent naked plea — I am weary please let me rest An imperial tsar rises blazingly in the east
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TS S. Fulk…
…lives with his wife and three children in Örebro, Sweden, working as an English teacher and textbook author. He is an active musician playing the bass trombone, the Appalachian mountain dulcimer and the Swedish bumblebee dulcimer (hummel). His works have been (will be) published by The Ekphrastic Review, The Button Eye Review, Perennial Press and Wingless Dreamer.
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