Tangent

I saw you burning through the atmosphere
coming straight toward me.
Approach so precise as to be unbelievable
as pure coincidence.
Course ever straight and true
that only one foot touched the ground
directly in front of me.
With your next step, the earth and I were slowly
rolling away from you as you appear
to arc out of sight.
Never seeing me on your way through my world.
Nothing in your way and no wake
behind you other than my impression.

Published June 30, 2010 Write a comment
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robyn selters
Fascinating imagery... interesting write, Keith
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