thomas mofford

Rookie (march 20 1931 / boston)

The Ripples Are Myriad - Poem by thomas mofford

'We shall not cease from exploration,
And the end of all our exploring,
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.'

-T. S. Eliot-

Days of Pigs
Race riots
Campus explosions
Dirty Laundry of Presidents

Single global civilization
space stump
Leap in space
White-blue Earth
Craters of the moon
Pear-shaped Earth
Wastes of Mars
Solar stations
Colonized space
Sea-water in the womb.

Thomas Mofford

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009

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