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[for J-Wave]

My mother used to ask me, with a pitying tone,

if I really did not care what the neighbors might think.

She was aghast that I thought most of them did not know how.

The wry humor of the Cosmos is evident in this:  that even if its 

thirteen billion light years separated our foes from us, that would

fail to sever an apparent random adjacency of coincidence.

In my small car, as the movie starting, you slipped your shoes off, and

unbuttoned your shirt.  The fragrance and flavor, warmth and softness of your

midnight blue socks (beneath frayed denim cuffs) constellated stars between us.

Starward

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