Electric Ursa
Joan Shelley
Easy, ursa, don’t stir, don’t fright We are only passing through here in the waning autumn light Under your stars, your earthless movement Pawing fruitless through barren heavens Easy, easy, resting with her Moments given unto the ether Lay down your claim, your labored motion Fall into her in warm collision Under your stars, your earthless movement We are only feeble humans On and on And over and over and over