SNUG
Cold night
star bright
rides the horizon
halfway to heaven
maybe not
perhaps
a lonely vessel
lost
halfway to Havana
who knows
better not to know
better not to sing
and pay the price
the trumpeters of truth
had to pay
Galileo was condemned
Nietzsche ignored
Mae West imprisoned.
I am a child again
snug in bed
under my warm covers
aware
my parents are asleep
in a neighboring room
and we all breathe
deep and serene
in this womb
called
home.
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