Spins

Spins

The arrow spins, flicked in

A circle, part of the game

Passing the four pillars

Four houses, four rooms

Of love and hate

Rage and calm

Slowing, turning, this cold morning

And to rest, it sets the day

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Moon talk

Moon talk

By night we point laser towards our moon

And when it hits, we see it makes its mark

Getting a sense of place in this universe

A microdot, red and clear in the dark

A tilt! Flick wrist, margin of error

We miss this circling cratered core 

Beams travel deep, away from their target

Seek out a surface we’re yet to explore

Nitpicking 

Nitpicking 

We sat on the hill to watch the strings

That pull the eclipse

You said it was magic, said it was fate

That we were here as the stars aligned

But we knew it was coming, saw it on the news

We planned to watch

And physics predicts the positions of the moon and star and earth

So it wasn’t magic and it wasn’t fate after all