Sitting by a quiet canal in the shade of broadleafed trees, a family of ducks waddle past me. We crane our necks to a cache of potted plants strung out on the Other Shore.

They sailed, I sat.
            They paddled, I walked.
                          They disappeared...
                                            I reappeared.
                                                             There is something to be said for wings.      

I am an astronaut in a space shuttle about to take off for the moon. i know that the pilot suffers from vertigo, and as we begin to lift off, he suddenly turns off the engines, shaking and sick.. i go to his aid, and now we are outside. A man storms up to us and calls the pilot a coward. i grab him and throw him to the ground.


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