A Tangent to the Earth
by Steve Tanham
No thought of dirt as Young fingers slid round iron Rifled in straight and bitter verticals To stop small boys ascending Ha! ~~~~~~~~ The base to space so broad We could propel those vital First two feet, and then With will, and strengthening fingers And will, and tearing nails And will, and iron conquered Hang in space so far From that ordinary world Until, … Read More A Tangent to the Earth
Sun in Gemini 