The Sadness of Space Exploration
We must never grow up
If all we learn is kindness
Not making promises
We may not know how to keep
Is both affection and an immaturity
That baffles feelings
Amid the circus clamor
Of a pleasant village day
Humid with rituals and schoolkids
Because passion is a need beyond desire
His matinee-style courtliness
Is matched by her astonished grace
Two gleeful children hide in them
Under the shadows of heaven
Deciphered and confused again
Beneath fidgeting trees.
- Lorenzo Thomas
