Ghosts and Distance
From the small patch of earth, the one with an orange tree, black sage shrubs, the still growing avocado plant that will someday become a tree, the handful of succulents, and the slab of concrete on which he stands, he looks up to the darkened sky with the pin dots of light and time. He looks off past the scattered cloud bodies, reaching out amidst the streaks of light across the aqueous blue, through nebulae and broken bits of satellites and rocket ships still floating in the vacuum, still containing the ghosts of sputnik 1 & 2, the dulled barking […]