Star Kiss with Musical Monk
A poem by S. David

The steps were there,
For no one.
A static exercise
Machine, when that
World, not yours, not mine,
Surpassed its own
Technology. Homes are
Meant to be lived in
Right? Not just visited
At night or whenever
Sleep time rolls around
But anyway, the toy played
Music to entertain the boy.
Friar Tuck from long ago
And Neverwhen watched
Over him while mom
Transported in to kiss
The boy, "goodnight" at,
Their time, 19 hours after
Their sunrise.

©S. David 2003

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