Poetry

occasional sputniks

fellow
traveler each
one of us was is and will
be from birth to our last gasp
whether

we choose
to or not the
elisions we build merge
and consume parts of us with
pleasure

and pain
companions in
hurt and healing love and
hate being around even when
ignored

off and
on together
we have become casual
sputniks yet we persist or at
least

one of
us who reaches out
to keep the sputnik flame
burning til our discrete journeys
dissolve//

renato
wednesday 1 mar 2023