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| "Infinite Blanket" |
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| E. A. Hanninen - 2008 |
Jeff Calhoun
Notes from the Apollo Space Flight
When I was eight, Grandma knitted an afghan.
I remember patio nights, soft yarn,
how the stars didn't seem so far away.
One night, we watched a comet
slip across the night sky,
gold sliding on ebony.
A week later, a satellite
fell like a mechanized angel from heaven.
Now, I am floating in space
thinking of Grandma's cinnamon applesauce,
hoping heaven is like the embrace of an afghan,
wishing it wasn't so quiet to drown on nothing.
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